I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself for the next hit, and feel something. Something grainy and small, sticking to the tips of my fin… - Sarah Dessen

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.