The truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

Looking back, it seemed like it should have been harder to lose someone, or have them lose you, especially when they were in the same state, only a few towns over.

Look, the point is there's no way to be a hundred percent sure about anyone or anything. So you're left with a choice. Either hope for the best or just expect the worst.

It's funny how someone's perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.

I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.

All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough by to shoulder the rest.