I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.

I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

He is nothing to look at, and yet I can’t stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.

But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.

Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.

Kate, don't be like that. You know I only did so well because I yearn-see, SAT word- to follow you to college and steal your heart." "Uh-huh. Too bad for you I don't plan on attending clown college." He grinned. "Only you would ignore the incredibly sweet thing I just said." "Only you would describe one of your asinine comments as incredibly sweet.