She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.