When they were kids they were best friends until Shawn had to move away with his parents and they don't see each other again... until 13 years later Izzy moves away from her town to the big city and meets him...

Ever since I was little, I only had one fear. It wasn't like one of those silly fears of being afraid of a snake or getting lost in a crowd of people. I was afraid of losing my best friend. Then the unexpected happened. The fear I had slowly became a reality. Caleb Logan LeBlanc passed away on October 10th, 2015, the day my world fell apart. I had lost my one and only best friend. I became depressed and upset. I never came out of my room, felt like eating, or even talking to anyone. I cried myself to sleep each and every night wishing for some possible way for him to come back. Then one day, I came upon some quote. "If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again." What if memories could build a lane to Heaven? Not literally, but like closer to Caleb some how? I pulled out a journal and started writing. Writing every detail of memories of Caleb and I. I wrote down the story of us.

"She's fragile but strong"

Who else ships them! I can tell I will die by the emd of writing this book!

Mila Carson is special (or so she thinks), gorgeous, talented, intelligent, fierce and courageous, she is not a damsel in distress, neither is she some conceited drama queen with a tendency to overhype issues. She is not some flirtatious-low neckline girl who will fall for some "bad-boy." Enter Landon Moore: fresh, smooth as polished marble and straight out of a Ray Ban advert. He is the poster-boy of bad-boys around the world, a classic textbook case. Hidden in the sidelines is a girl that shook Mila's world 3 years ago. After what transpired between them, Mila withdrew into an adamant shell of secrecy. Will Landon Moore, quintessential minor delinquent and professional girl charmer set Mila's world ablaze, or will he be the on to douse out the fire? It's more intricate than that.

So I've read about a random article. And it says people encounter three kinds of love in their lifetime. First love. Great love. Last love. I'm sure some of you are lucky to have met your great and last love at the same time... Me. I don't know. But I'm sure there are people like me somewhere, people who's stuck and glued to one person. It's called great love for a reason. The same chapter. Different stories but the same reason. My reason was Andy. What about you? Whos' your "Andy"?!