The worst is knowing I can't tell anybody what's happening -or what's happened- to me. Not even my mom.

“I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. T…”

“I'm not with Rob," I say quickly. "Not anymore." "You're not?" He's staring at …”

“There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.”

“He looks different. He is much thinner, and a scar runs from his eyebrow all th…”