Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

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

I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.

Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you did to me? And what was the last thing I said to you? Because trust me when I said it I knew it was the last thing I’d ever say.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.