Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

Love can make up for a lot.

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

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

It was great. Freedom even the imagined kind always is.

I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast he wouldn't eat, and walked away. And as he did, I thought again of those mornings in the hallway at school, way back in ninth grade. Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.

You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.