I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!
Jay AsherYou don't need to watch out for me, Clay." But I did, Hannah. And I wanted to. I could have helped you. But when I tried, you pushed me away. I can almost hear Hannah's voice speaking my nest thought for me. "Then why didn't you try harder?
Jay AsherHannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered. (pg 222).
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