I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

Teenagers are a great audience and they are fearless about asking what they want to know.

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

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

In midair, dangling lost above the world.

one word could change the whole world