It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

Danger comes in many forms, I suppose. For some people, it might be jumping off a bridge or climbing impossible moutains. For others, it could be a tawdry love affair or telling off a mean-looking bus driver because he doesn't like to stop for noisy teenagers. It could be cheating at cards or eating a peanut even though you're allergic. For me, danger might be getting out from the protective cloak of my family and venturing into the world more of my own, even though I don't know what- or who- awaits me.

We gather the things we learned, and they don't nearly add up to fill the space of a life. You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

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

She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.