I admired his perfectly scupted side profile - his beautiful eyes, his sharp nose, his plump lips - as we sat in class. He probably had no idea that I was in this class with him. But I liked him. I've liked him for three years, but I found no courage to ever confess to him. I mean, we weren't even friends. We never talked before, and, perhaps, never would.

"You're worthless," they told her. "I don't care," she told them. "I love you," he wanted to tell her. She didn't have a father. She didn't have a perfect family. But she did have a loving mother and protective brother. Will she lose them both? She only had one chance at forever. What if she blew that chance? In her heart, they shared a promise of forever.