I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

Whenever something great happens, you’re always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.

I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.