Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.
Once I turned eighteen, I could cut myself off from everyone and finally get what I wanted, which was to be on my own, once and for all. ~Ruby, pg 38
So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.
Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.