Later, when they all ask her what happened, she'll lie. She'll say she never loved him, that it was all a ruse, a two-week crush that never got past scribbling his name on the back of her physics book. But she always mixes a little truth into it. She exists outside of love, in all of the space that those four tiny letters can't fill, where the people you can't live without are the ones who'll save you or kill you or both.
- Unknown