I get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox, and imagine him down the hall in bed, propped on pillows, emailing me. "Hon,Enjoyed our gelato date the other night. I just want to say I'm proud of you for a lot of reasons. Also, I've attached a picture of my foot."He's such a weirdo goofball. I love him.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.

That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting.

I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.

My first published book, Story of a Girl, was the fourth book I wrote.

Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met.