But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they’re not. There’s no telling how long you will have them near.

I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.

It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens — but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.