I'm not done writing songs about you yet.

He asked for a specific. I gave him a specific. I'm sorry it wasn't puppies.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that he was mine and I was his.

It was one frayed rope thrown across the chasm between us. Not enough to get across, but maybe just enough to tell that it wasn't as wide as I'd originally thought.

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.

The way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look.

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.