I’ve done goodbyes before, and I can do this one, too. Somehow this one hurts worse than the others; because this one I could prevent if I wanted to, since I’m the one saying it. This goodbye comes with a choice the way none of the others did.

I can be your other hand when you need it.

I’d watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.

Josh Bennett laughs, and for one minute, everything is right in the world.

I have a black-belt in self-pity. I was an expert in the field. Still am. It’s a skill you never forget.

He’s the kind of good-looking that transforms once self-respecting females into useless puddles of dumbass.

We’re like mysteries to one another. Maybe if I can solve him and he can solve me, we can explain each other. Maybe that’s what I need. Someone to explain me.

I may not be allowed to love her, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let anyone hurt her.

True story.

I know at that moment what he’s given me and it isn’t a chair. It’s an invitation, a welcome, the knowledge that I am accepted here. He hasn’t given me a place to sit. He’s given me a place to belong.