I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.

He tells us that life isn't about what happens to you, it's about what you do about what happens to you.

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.

You told us over and over that you don’t think you could live without books, but the ironic thing is, you’d probably die before you’d think to rip pages out of one to start a fire. Am I right? Well, get over it already. Better to be warm then well-read.

Maybe my mother's right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know. Maybe it's time to meet him in the proper light.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

You never forget your first love.