Looking for Alaska

by John Green

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.

she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.

stuck in your goddamned labyrinth.