Nothing,” I said. “I’m just…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. “I’m just very, very fond of you.
I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.
I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.
We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?
Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?
Nerdfighter pwns woot. Everyone knows that.
I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.
You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.
He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.
You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.
i know he's been looking forward to this--and i know that i've been looking forward to this. but now i have to stop looking forward and start looking at where i am. it's hard.
Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.