The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord.

It was pretty obvious Lena wanted to be asked. Another mysterious thing about girls- they want to be asked to stuff even if they don't want to go.

You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you.

High school sucked. It was a universal truth, and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.