Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

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

Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.

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.

If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.