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

The Golden Rule will always be good advice!

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

I didn't feel physically sick. But mentally. My mind was twisting in so many ways. (...) We once saw a documentary on migraines. One of the men interviewed used to fall on his knees and bang his head against the floor, over and over during attacks. This diverted the pain from deep inside his brain, where he couldn't reach it, to a pain outside that he had control over.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.