She bent her neck back and kissed him like she never had before. Like she wasn't scared of doing it wrong.

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she'd have to say about it--how many stars she'd give it and why.

The squirrels on campus were beyond domestic; they were practically domestically abusive.

She’d majored in English, hoping that meant she could spend the next four years reading and writing. And maybe the next four years after that.

I choose you over everyone.

I pictured a girl who made every moment, everything she touched, and everyone around her feel lighter and sweeter. “I pictured you,” he said. “I just didn’t know what you looked like. “And then, when I did know what you looked like, you looked like the girl who was all those things. You looked like the girl I loved.

Maybe he was Filipino. Was that in Asia? Probably. Asia's out-of-control huge.