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

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.

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

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.

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.

I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked the boy, he liked me, and I was going to kiss him. That's the story, the whole story, right there.

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.