If he can’t handle it, then you aren’t very good friends, are you?

I bundled in my own blanket and reflected on the strange and somewhat unexpected friendship that was slowly developing between Davin and myself. It was clear to me that he needed a friend, but for...

I got through it, and I wore it like a badge of honor—I Can Be Alone and it’s Okay.

When I arrived back at Intro to Basic Art again later that week, I thought for a moment we had a new student who didn’t know about the assigned seats. Sitting at my table was...

You shouldn’t have to pretend to be as excited as I am just to make me happy. If it comes to that, you shouldn’t have to pretend to be anything around me. Friends should be...

You have to be a friend to have them.

I Can Be Alone and it’s Okay.

I need you to just trust me for now without knowing all the answers.

I know he’s a realist, he’s okay with being alone, and he helps people when he thinks no one is watching.

I like to call her Doctor Fisher.

I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.

Seriously, it makes sense. He’s always tired and pale, and keeps himself away from people so he won’t bite them….Maybe that’s what he’s doing when he disappears. Getting his fix of blood.

When the moment shifts, and you realize you don’t actually want to be alone, that underneath the bravado is an ache that won’t quite fade away, you’re not only aware of how lonely you are,...

“It’s so peaceful. I could go to sleep in here.” His eyes flickered to me once more, and for a dizzying second I wasn’t thinking about sleep or storms but about pressing my lips to...

Last Resort friends are for getting from, not giving to.

Suddenly finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t because his grip was too tight, mind you. It was just the sudden proximity. And he smelled so good, the scent of fresh coffee and rain clinging...

Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic and a realist.

I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.

It was nice. Even in high school, I’d mostly had makeshift friends forged by the shared status of outcast. It was rare for me to discuss things so easily to someone outside of my family,...

I suddenly felt the way Cinderella might have felt if she hadn’t had that convenient midnight curfew: my feet were hurting, my hair was slipping free from its pins, and my makeup was getting all...

I had always thought that I was fine with being alone. Halfway through high school, I moved from Brazil to America, and it took me forever to make friends. I had culture shock of virtually...

We didn’t have to talk, and it wasn’t awkward. We were just two lonely, out of place people sharing a holiday with junk food from the vending machine and a Claymation classic on the television.”...