And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.