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.

I 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.

I am hard on myself. But isn't it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn't it better to break it yourself?

It's ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much.

I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.

How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.