Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand.
Sarah DessenAnd that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.
Sarah DessenWe were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.
Sarah Dessen