Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.

It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.

I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.

It occurred to me then that I was the opposite of my father. Because I was very, very good at destroying things.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.

holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.