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

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

Then come to realize that you're making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you've become. Sure, it may feel like you can't get a grip on this town. It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down. But you must stop being so pessimistic, Hannah, and learn to trust those around you. So I do. One more time.