"She ran away. She ran away as if she was a thirty-year-old with her whole life figured out. She came to my house last night to say goodbye, and to tell me that if things went right, I would never see her again. It broke my heart, because she was my best friend. But the truth is that I don't understand her mind and that heart of hers. And I guess she was unhappy because she had to be. I think she knew everything she was supposed to know: she knew that we loved her, she knew that everyone was struggling with something too. Yesterday she broke my heart but I am not mad at her. I guess she just doesn't quite understand love and realizing that must have scared her."