And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?
John GreenWere she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of the stars to cross.
John Green