Maybe it's just hart to see what's right in front of you while you're frantically searching for it.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that's hard to see, I've known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I'd be the one to end it.

If I’d stopped believing that my life would eventually get better, I don’t think I would have survived high school.

How can someone who means so much to a person mean nothing the next day?

Do you believe in fate?" "I guess, but . . . its more about creatng the life you want so you can make that fate a reality. You know?

I'm not sure if our friendship is strong enough to survive into next year when we’re away at college. But. We know each other in a way that no one else can. We share a history that makes us permanently connected. So I have to hope for us. All I can do is hope.