I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

I'm afraid. I know L. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't. What if you do. I'll wait for you. Even if I'm dark? Even if you're very very dark.

The more I learned about the world I thought I knew and all the ones I didn't, the more everything threaded together, leading everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half