I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume.com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.

I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.

Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble

And the rest is history,' I said. Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.