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If goodness can’t come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

I don’t want to know anything, and I want to know it all.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she’s afraid of it being over, because then she’ll have to figure out what comes next.

Readers embrace all kinds of characters as long as they are written with emotional truth.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn’t matter.

What did it matter to me? Did I think that by making you rational about one thing, I could make you rational about everything? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to save you from your fears.

Even though I’m seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true – that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

The boy I loved didn’t know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn’t know if any of us existed.

After that, I promised myself I wouldn’t get into any more virtual entanglements, as easy as they might seem to be. Because what’s the point of something virtual if it doesn’t end up being real?

I could never be with someone who wasn’t excited by rainstorms.

I don’t want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.

It won’t be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.

As the two of us – past self, my present self – hovered over her bed, I could see each cruel damage written across her skin, beneath her eyes, down into her bones. She was no longer the way she wanted to be remembered. She was already more breath than body.

Picture me however you want to picture me. Because odds are that’ll be more true than any of the bodies you see me in.

We were over and I wasn’t over it.

I was seventeen, halfway toward eighteen, and I had learned something nobody had ever taught me: Once you get to a certain age, especially if a driver’s license is involved, you can go a whole day – a whole week, even – without ever seeing your family. You can maybe say good morning and maybe say good night, but everything in the middle can be left blank.

Maybe this is what we’ve needed all along. Distance from everything else, and closeness to each other.

But I had a feeling I wasn’t supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.

I’m always standing on the edge of something bad.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we’d never be able to go on.

It’s the hard things that matter. Those are the things worth leaping for.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together.

We were walking home late from a bar – and the term walking is used loosely here, because you were doing something between a skip and a stumble – and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

Told her she was beautiful. Didn’t give up when she didn’t believe me.

I can honestly say Ive never thought for a second about whether a character reflects poorly on any group. All that matters to me is that the character is true to my belief in who he or she is.

I don’t think anything can stay,” he tells me. “Good or bad. So I think the important part is to not get caught up in worrying about whether something will stay, and instead enjoy it for the time it’s here.

I know there’s a twisted code of honor about never tattling on another student, never speaking up against someone who’s done you wrong. I know I will only make it worse by breaking this code. But the code of honor was written by bullies for the protection of bullies, and I don’t want to follow it.

To feel such a longing for his own life, even as he’s living it – he wonders what that means.

This is what my voice sounds like I don’t need to be talking to someone else To hear it.

Dumbfounded adj. And still for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we’re together. That someone like me could find someone like you – it renders me wordless.

But none of that really mattered. I had found my tribe. It felt like a family reunion for the family I’d never really known, a homecoming at the place where I was always meant to be but hadn’t known how to find.

No more looking at a wall and pretending it’s a mirror. No more shelving fiction in the non-fiction section. No more thinking I could get away with it.

Because that’s the thing about mean people: They make you think that the world will never work, that there are divides that you will fall into if you approach. It takes a whole lot of good people to fill in the breach created by a single mean one.

The whole point of love isn’t to have fun times without hard times, to have someone who is fine with who you are and doesn’t challenge you to be even better than that. The whole point of love isn’t to be the other person’s solution or answer or cure. The whole point of love is to help them find what they need, in any way you can. What we have – it’s definitely not normal. But the whole point of love is to write your own version of normal, and that is exactly what we’re going to do.” -Rhiannon.

I was starting to think I was making up memories, just to have answers. Our brain does that sometimes. Or at least mine does.

One of my best friends is named David Leventhal, and it has always been a constant source of amusement to see how the similarity and differences play out in our lives.

As long as we can conjure, who needs anything else? As long as we can agree on the magical lie and be happy, what more is there to ask for? “I loved you from that moment on,” I say. “I loved you from that moment on,” you agree.

That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn’t miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

I can tell there are lots of thoughts she’s considering, but I have no idea what they are. Falling in love with someone doesn’t mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how you feel.

What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person’s heartbeat beside him?

But have them tell us that every person needs to be with another person in order to be happy, and we nod along like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. But there’s no reason for it, is there? It’s not a proven truth. It’s just some thing that our culture has come to spin itself around, mostly so we’ll procreate, and we’re the dupes who fall for it over and over and over again.

And I’m moved, it’s so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I’m perpetually surprised, but there’s nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

She is the weakness you think of as strength while I am the strength you have no idea is there.

So we must buck up, put on a kind face, and get on with it.

So much happiness can only make me sad.

Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.

Even though the own world doesn’t matter to her, she matter to the world.

It’s Miranda who speaks up. “You’re gay,” she says, with complete seriousness. “And I love you.