I Hate Not Knowing What

I’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

Hannah Wasn't My First Kiss, But The First Kiss That Mattered: The First Kiss With Someone Who Mattered. (pg 222).

The Main Thing I Wanted To Say, And Thankfully It’s What Most People Say They Get Out Of The Book, Is Simply An Acknowledgement That We Do Affect Each Other In Ways We Can’t Predict.

I Want To Collapse. I Want To Fall On The Sidewalk Right There And Drag Myself To The Ivy.

We Didn't Get That Chance Because I Was Afraid. Afraid I Had No Chance With You.