This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on.
Sarah DessenHe doesnโt love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didnโt know any better. When I trusted everyone. Iโm not that person any more. Heโs just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but heโs just a boy. There were a lot of them.
Sarah DessenShe fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
Sarah Dessen