Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.

Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.

I wish I could print up a sign and tape it on my forehead. I OFFICIALLY DO NOT WANT TO KISS ETHAN WATE. NOW PLEASE LET ME BE FRIENDS WITH HIM.

Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.

In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.