You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way. But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.

My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.

We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music

That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.