He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

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

Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.

Normally when a person has a stellar image another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.