It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.

You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You're a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.

Every day you say something or do something that challenges me, changes me.

P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?

Something about being that close to him all the time made my bones feel weak.

I was stunned into silence, the way I always was when he touched the sky places of my heart.