You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret.

Truth. It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that's been burning me up all my life. Truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.

No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

Who knew heartbreak would be so goddamn hot.

I grew up in the 1970s, but I don't think a whole lot had changed from the '60s. Oh, it had changed in the law books - but not in the kitchens of white homes.

I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.