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

People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.

talk was cheap and useless. Action was what mattered. And me, I was moving. Now, again, always.

You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me.' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep.' He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. 'So,' I said. 'Tell me' 'It's an animal attraction,' he said simply. 'Totally chemical.' 'Hmm,' I said. 'You could be right.' 'It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me.' 'No?' 'Nope.' His hands were in my hair now, and I was leaning in, not able to totally make out his face, but his voice was clear, close to my ear. 'Just that you do.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

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.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.