Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

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

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

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.