I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.
Stephanie PerkinsI pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?" His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you."
Stephanie PerkinsI wish the world would swallow us here, whole, in this moment. And that's when it hits me that this - this - is falling in love.
Stephanie Perkins