Even if you do make tons of new friends,” I told him, “try not to forget where you came from, okay?

Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.

I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

And 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.

The truth was I knew, after all those flat January days, that I deserved better. I deserved I love yous and kiwi fruits and warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a thousand expressions, and the warmth of a baby's kick beneath my hand. I deserved to grow, and to change, to become all the girls I could be over the course of my life, each one better than the last.

So he didn't have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.

This is exactly what i wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.