She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

Happiness is found when no one is looking

I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.

Life isn't life if you just float through it.

my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.

And it's the funniest thing: as soon as I see it, the whistling in my ears stops and the feeling of terror drains away, and I realize this whole time I haven't been falling at all. I've been floating.