No one actually needs another person or another person's love to survive. Love is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.
Gabrielle ZevinWin walked over to me. He held out his palm. In the middle of it was a single black sequin from the dress Scarlet had lent me. "You lost this," he said. I giggled, slightly embarrassed to be leaving bits of myself behind. "I'm shedding.
Gabrielle Zevin