‎because If I Hadn't Been So Afraid

And Concentrating On The Spot Where The Two Spindles Should Be Is The Closest I Get To Looking Hannah's Eyes As She Tells My Story.

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

And As I Stood There In The Hallway―alone―trying To Understand What Had Just Happened And Why, I Realized The Truth: I Wasn't Worth An Explanation―not Even A Reaction. Not In Your Eyes.

Those Are Some Strong Currents You're Swimming Against.

Will I Ever Get Control Of My Life? Will I Always Be Shoved Back And Pushed Around By Those I Trust?