As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

This thought was interrupted, suddenly, by a crash from the front entrance. We all looked over just in time to see Adam bending back from the glass, rubbing his arm. "Pull open," Maggie called out. As Leah rolled her eyes, she said, "He never remembers. It's so weird.

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.