The Distance Between Us

I wonder why some people seem to be born knowing what they want to do with their lives and others—mostly me—have no idea

I don’t like kids and kids don’t like me. We’ve come to this general consensus long ago

Feelings can be the most costly thing in the universe

“Caymen,” Mrs. Dalton says. “I didn’t know you were coming. It’s so good to see you. I’m glad to see that Alex has worked his charm on you.”
“It was hard, Grammy. This girl wasn’t easy to sway.” He kisses my hand.
“Most things worth having aren’t.”
It might just be me, but that doesn’t sound like the response of someone who is mad her grandson is dating the help.
“You treat her nice or else.” She points at Xander with the warning.

“Are you okay?”
I meet his eyes and want to say, “No, I still feel like crap. My mom is keeping secrets, I’ll probably be homeless in a month, my dad ran out on me, and you have a girlfriend we’re both pretending doesn’t exist.”

Is there anything you’re afraid of?”
You.

“With those eyes?” He shoots another picture. “It is definitely a possibility.”

“It’s okay. Love conquers all.”

“It’s not a competition when one person has already won.”

It’s so much easier not to have to depend on anyone else.