I cursed myself not only for forgetting to turn my phone off but for ever thinking that having a rock music ringtone was cool.

But I know how this romantic stuff works: one girl's perfect guy is another girl's reject. And right now I'm glad of it.

I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that's exactly like being found.

Man, I hated not being able to figure someone out. And from the slightly uncertain look he gave me as we all went to class, I suspected he felt the same way.

I was isolated but not ostracized, ignored but not abused.

Isabella: "Why are you being so mean to me?" Harry: "Because i love you" Isabella: "Does that ever work?" Harry: "On my mother it does." Isabella: "I'm not your mother." Harry: "I know that already, because I'm enjoying your company.

Don't think that there's a different, better child 'hiding' behind the autism. This is your child. Love the child in front of you. Encourage his strengths, celebrate his quirks, and improve his weaknesses, the way you would with any child.