In the end....everything matters.

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were? That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.

This was not a spurr-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted... again.

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

Everything...affects everything