But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.
You just had to know where to look.
It all depends on how you choose to live it. It’s like forever, always changing.
Life’s too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow.
There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?
There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.
I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.
But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.
Are you crazy? Flirting with Eli Stock in front of Belissa Norwood, in Belissa Norwood’s house, while eating Belissa Norwood’s cupcakes?
If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.
Doesn’t it seem sometimes that the whole world’s uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy...
So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.
Maybe I’d just figured out there were some things you were better off not knowing.
How do you even begin to return to someone, much less convince them to do the same for you? I had no idea. More than ever, though, right then I had to believe the answer would just come to me.
Sometimes things don’t turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.
There were so many levels to the unknown, from safe to dangerous to outright nebulous, scariest of all.
I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.
Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.
Just because we don’t see eye to eye on everything doesn’t mean we can’t be close.
She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.