Claire
I had learnt, a long time ago, that when it came to Andrew Stephenson, I had to lower my expectations in order to avoid being disappointed by him. What I wanted him to do and what he would do were never going to be the same. I'd been here before with him, waiting around for him to offer up an explanation, but as time dragged on, I soon realised that his silence was the only explanation he felt I deserved.
It took me a long time to move passed that pain. I was only 12 years old, and I didn't understand why my best friend stopped talking to me, but he could still be friends with my brother? But every time I tried to talk to him, he would answer me with a grunt of disinterest. I allowed him to occupy my thoughts, long after the hurt had faded, wondering if I'd ever get the answer I
