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“I spend a lot of time trying to figure stuff out. Like, my feelings and sorting through my thoughts. I don’t think I overthink, but I like to know why things are the way they are for me and why they’re different for someone else.”
If I ask you something and it seems strange, I’m not being weird, I’m trying to understand.”
“What kind of feelings do you have for me then?”
“I told you already. I care about you. I worry.”
I know how I feel—that’s good enough for me. But I get why you’re asking. I know how this seems.”
“Do you really feel like I stare at you a lot?”
“Last we spoke,” he began, “you were experiencing some anxiety and uncertainty regarding your sexuality.”
Engaging with others who identify as you do could help bring about a level of comfort that will enable you to speak freely.”
‘love is love,’ right?
He’s so good to me. Too good. I feel like I’m never going to be able to repay his kindness.”
“When I compare myself to him, I’m not good enough anyway. And I don’t really get why he’s bothering with me in the first place.”
He does all this stuff for me and he’s just there because that’s who he is. He’s a better person than I am.
He’s not inspiring me to be a good person—I just end up feeling bad about myself when we’re not together and I think about him.
Even if Dr. Burris didn’t understand, she had said it, got the words out instead of holding them in until she pushed them
Maybe she should start speaking up more often.
maybe he didn’t actually blow her off.) (Maybe she just felt like being petty. And clingy.)
Aren’t you going to stay?”
“Stay. Please. Just for a little bit.”
Cheating on someone was one of those things she was destined to never understand.
She had talked to a few aces who had mentioned something similar—if their partner wanted to have sex, they were allowed to do so with someone else without consequences.
It’s a choice she made that had nothing to do with you.”
“I’m really glad I met you,” he whispered in her ear. Chills rolled up her spine, making her head snap back. “Me too.”
If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t have figured out I like protecting people.
You make me be kind and have feelings no matter how hard I try not to.”
It’s okay to miss her or what you had because it was special to you, I think.
I talk a lot when I get nervous.”
don’t think it’s wrong to cut people who feel toxic to you out of your life even if you love them. She’s pretty mad about that.”
Ryan thinks everything happens for a reason and happens exactly the way it’s supposed to.
His sweet smile as she did it made her feel so happy.
“It’s not intruding. It’s sharing. It’s what we do.”
“You don’t ever have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
Alice gave the photo her best and brightest smile.
“He doesn’t have to tell me every little thing he does with his life,” Alice said. “And I’ve been busy, too.”
tried not to be needy, but I am,” he mumbled. “Help me. I think I’m dying.”
“I’ll know you’re gone. I’ll feel it.”
oatmeal: steel-cut oats, quarter cup of soy milk, one tablespoon of butter, two teaspoons of brown sugar.
“You are way too perfect for my liking.
“I have flaws.” “You do not! I haven’t seen any.” “Maybe because I’m constantly being my absolute best so you’ll like me.”
want you to feel like you can be yourself with me.”
“What do you want?”
“A promise,”
“I adore you,” he said, looking into her eyes. “You know that, right?”
“I’ll always take care of you.”
His expressions were subtle but not mysterious. “It’s you.”
“It’s just she yells. I don’t like it when she yells.”
“We’re friends,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s what friends do.”
“We like each other. Constant communication is a natural side effect of that.”
“It doesn’t bother you at all? You’re not sick of me yet?”
“Wherever I am, you are always welcome.”
was still discovering, who she was now, who she wanted to be, what she could and could not handle.
