If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

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

When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury, a frivolity, like a bubble bath.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.