Reegan scowled at Cath. "Are you Zack, or are you Cody?".

I couldn't love anyone more than I do you, it would kill me. And I couldn't love anyone less because it would always feel like less. Even if I loved some other girl, that's all I would ever think about, the difference between loving her and loving you.

If you don't want people to look at you, Park had thought at the time, don't wear fishing lures in your hair. Her jewelry box must look like a junk drawer.

Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen—because you love each other.

What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.

Underneath this veneer of slightly crazy and mildly socially retarded, I'm a complete disaster.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)