❝ Her long blonde hair moved as her body shook with laughter. She was just so perfect, but I never could ask her out because I felt bad, it just never felt right. How could you try and hit on a girl who'd lost her mother? I couldn't hurt her more than she was already, not that I'm saying I would ever intentionally hurt her. But things happen and I didn't know whether I could cause her anymore pain. "Isaac, who's that pretty girl you're staring at?" My mother laughed knowingly. It was as if that woman could read my mind. "She's just a girl." I lied. But the truth was she wasn't just a girl, she was the girl. ❞