Everything...affects everything

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

Because no, I didn’t push her away. I didn’t add to her pain or do anything to hurt her. Instead, I left her alone in that room. The only person who might’ve been able to reach out and save her from herself. To pull her back from wherever she was heading. I did what she asked and I left. When I should have stayed.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered. (pg 222).

You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.