Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.

She looked at me for real and saw I was serious. She saw I knew she was for me like you know that tomorrow morning the sun will rise.

This is what happiness is, past the rubbish of its overuse as a word, past the cracked gloss of the letters that mean nothing when strung together. They mean something now, and I know what it's like when you and someone else are right together. How simple is is, and how amazing.

I’m always the one who doesn’t have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, “So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.

Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.

I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.