Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.
As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man -- the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn't exist.
Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.
I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.
Wendelin Van Draanen
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