And you… do you know what you are?” “Stupid?” “Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.

The sun will rise tomorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy. Being happy makes you want to talk, to go over everything, to share it so you can remember it all over again.

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

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

Are you reading?" I say. It's not that I don't think Finn can read or anything, but it's just - well, not what I expected to see. I figured Finn spent his time doing whatever it is guys who aren't Josh do when they aren't in school. Burping, or something. "Try not to look so surprised," Finn says. "I read. I can count to ten. Sometimes I can even spell my own name.