I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special.

No wonder the regulators decided on segregation of boys and girls: Otherwise, it would have been a nightmare, this feeling angry and self-conscious and confused and annoyed all the time.

And I guess that's when it starts to hit me: the whole point is, you do what you can.

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.

it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.

And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me