People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.
They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.
Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered. (pg 222).
After all, how often do we get a second chance?
I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.
It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.