The reward is in the risk. You can’t stay hidden inside Grandpa’s overprotective cloak forever. You’ve seemed like you needed to grow out of that for a while. Mom and Dad going away, and the red notebook, these things just helped. Now it’s up to you to

I mean, I think I am basically a cool girl, but I am also a pain in the ass.

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

I'm thinking I would like to dance in the rain with this person. I would like to lie next to him in the dark and watch him breathe and watch him sleep and wonder what he's dreaming about and not get an inferiority complex if the dreams aren't about me.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

The universe doesn't decide what's right or not right. You do.

It broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications.