I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

You can't stop the future
You can't rewind the past
The only way to learn the secret
...is to press play.

Bullying has been around forever, and so it became one of these issues that as an adult we look back on and say, 'Yeah, it's just one of those unfortunate parts of growing up.' You know you're not going to stop it, so it just became easier to call it one of those things that 'just happens.'

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.