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.

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

And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.

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

The Golden Rule will always be good advice!

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?