The Rest of the Story

by Sarah Dessen

He took my anxiety personally, as if he’d broken me or something. Which was nuts, because all he’d ever done was hold me together, even and especially when the rest of my world was falling apart.

There were lots of ways to love someone, I guessed, both by remembering and forgetting.

But we don’t need goodbyes, because we’re going to be stuck with each other forever. That’s what family is.”