It was one of those things that left a massive, red, nasty scar.

No.

Acutally it was more like a hidden bruise disguised as one of those fake smiles. It was something that seemed to be important and amazing, but really wasn’t. And I didn’t even figure that part out until after. Let’s just call it drama, I guess. Or better yet, since everyone has probably has this feeling inside, just pick whichever thought goes best with the way that you want to look at it.

It was one of those things, well, one thing, um more like one person, one boy…that kept me up past twilight.

And he didn’t even appear, in the end, to be the right one.