So much had happened that morning. Yet it was this image, this moment, that i kept going back to hours later, after we'd made it safely to the walkway and gone our separate ways to classes. How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if i fell, at least i wouldn't do it alone.

The first boy was always the hardest.

Change is inevitable, though," he replied. "As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

You need demarcation." "Demarcation?" I asked. "It means a clear separation between two things," he told me. "A solid end before a clean beginning. No murky borders. Clarity.

You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.