EPILOGUE
Dear Journal,
My name is Liz Guerin and I am still the most ordinary of girls.
You see it wasn't how the story was supposed to go. I never planned it that way. I never planned for it to be about love- or friendships- or family-or parties- or unforgiving sins- or aliens or humans. It wasn't supposed to be about Max and me, or Max and Maria, or Michael and me, or Alex and Isabel, or Tess, or Jim or Amy. It's not supposed to be about any of those. It's supposed to be about the space between. The space between lives- and how sometimes- that space isn't so bad- and that it makes us who we are. And that the space between is where we all are- and where we'll find each other again.
