"Nothing," I said. "I’m just…" I couldn’t finish the sentence, didn’t know how to. "I’m just very, very fond of you."
John GreenAnd since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.
John GreenI needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.
John Green