It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

No," I snapped. "I mean, no. I'm answering. I'm just collecting my response." Another few seconds passed. Is there a time limit for this?" he asked. I shot him a look. "Just wondering.

I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.

I've always written in first person. It gives the readers more insight.

So finally, I decided that the best response — the safest — was none at all.

We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.