I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I love you" I say.
"I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

Why is your heart racing Tris?

Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m all right?” I say.
“No, I’m pretty sure you’re not all right.”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to ask you not to make any decisions until we’ve talked
about it.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.