When you love someone you let them take care of you. - Jodi Picoult

All teenagers knew this was true. The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face. For years, parents tell you that you can be anything, have anything, do anything. That was why she'd been so eager to grow up-until she got to adolescence and hit a big fat wall ofreality. As it turned out, she couldn't have anything she wanted. You didn't get to be pretty or smart or popular just because you wanted it. You didn't control your own destiny, you were too busy trying to fit in.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.