It sounded stupid, but of course everything does when you're just getting the bare bones facts, only the basics.

He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.

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.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

Because anyone that can make you feel that bad about yourself is toxic.

Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors all at once.

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.