" He doesn’t stop me as I walk away, and it’s now and only now that
I can think about what it is I’m feeling.
Afraid, for one. Afraid. Afraid. Afraid.
Unsettled.
Mad at myself for starting to open up to this person I barely know.
Mad at him for making me think I could open up.
Stupid for believing I was different and he was different and this
was different in any way. "
― Jennifer Niven , Breathless