I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

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

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

It was so weird, because usually I was totally nervous talking to guys. But Eli was different. He made me want to say more, not less. Which was maybe not a good thing.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

"Look," I said, "We knew Jason and Becky would be back, the break would end. This isn't a surprise, it's what's supposed to happen. It's what we wanted. Right?" "Is it?" he asked. "Is it what you want?" Whether he intended it to be or not, this was the final question, the last Truth. If I said what I really thought, I was opening myself up for a hurt bigger than I could even imagine. I didn't have it in me. We changed and altered so many rules, but it was this one, the only one when we'd started, that I would break. "Yes," I said.