This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

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

All you really have... is now.

It's nothing. A school project. My go-to answer for anything. Staying out late? School project. Need extra money? School project.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

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

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.