How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.

But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.