The boy I just kissed is talking to my father. The boy I want to kiss again is waiting for my mother to serve pancakes. I must fight the urge to freak.

You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.

It's goodbye to some things. And hello to others.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.