Even if you think the flame has died, there’s at least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as f*ed as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again.

 

I  was nothing more than your favorite soundtrack. I was played ‘til I  skipped and scratched on nearly ever track. You pulled me out whenever  you needed something for a party or when life hurt you a little too  much. Well, I’m touched, but I’d rather be more than background music.

 Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damn hard. 

-Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key