Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.
Ann BrasharesWhy does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?
Ann BrasharesShe existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.
Ann Brashares