Slow Dance

by Rainbow Rowell

Shiloh was still kind of laughing, too. Even though nothing was funny and everything was awkward.

She wanted to pull those old warm feelings through the empty years and into the present. She wanted to repot them here and find them a nice sunny window.

“I used to be so certain, about everything. I felt like I could sort the whole world into good and bad, right and wrong. Now I’m . . .” She pulled his hand closer to her. “I’m never sure about anything. Everything is complicated. Everyone is flawed. Most things are a compromise.”