I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.

I think being a teenager is such a compelling time period in your life--it gives you some of your worst scars and some of your most exhilarating moments. It's a fascinating place; old enough to feel truly adult, old enough to make decisions that affect the rest of your life, old enough to fall in love, yet, at the same time too young (in most cases) to be free to make a lot of those decisions without someone else's approval.

I just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

Mostly I dream about being with you forever.

Sometimes the best hiding place is the one that's in plain sight.