How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

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

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.