I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is.

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.

You just walk over there and into the office and say, 'Hey, be my prom date,'" he said. "It's that simple.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it