Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution's way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty.

Your friends will still be your friends, if they're good friends.

First of all, it's life. You don't win.

It was high school. Evil is kind of the name of the game.

I'm saying that it's a big decision. Your first love is important. It's part of your story The story you'll tell yourself, the one you'll tell about yourself, for the rest of your life.

Sometimes I wish it has been you.

I don't answer. I shut my eyes and hold my breath and hope whoever it is will think I'm not here and go home.