It was such a weird thing how a breakup stretched much wider than you expected. You didn't just lose a person, but their entire world as well.

This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.

And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.

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.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.