When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.

...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.