It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other, with the child equally divided between. It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete.

Like I, of all people, didn't know better than to lead a total stranger to the point where they could hurt me most, knowing how easily they'd be able to find their way back to it.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

When someone starts to change, and it’s obvious, it's sort of natural to wonder why. Right?