It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.
Sarah DessenThat first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.
Sarah DessenHe was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You were either in, or you weren't.
Sarah Dessen