And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.
Every choice is limited. That's life.
It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)
No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved.
That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy
I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.