I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.

That's what love does. When it's right, it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

Fine," he says. "Then I love you.

It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt.

You know, most boys would enjoy being trapped in close quarters with a girl." I roll my eyes. "Not claustrophobic people, Tris.

I decide to do what I always do when I'm not sure what's going on: I act like everyone else.

You're not a coward just because you don't want to hurt people.