The Music of What Happens

by Bill Konigsberg

Acne blemishes dot his cheeks, and his eyebrows look manscaped, raised up at the ends. It makes him look a little bit like the angry chicken, or maybe just like he’s questioning everything and everyone.

Oh my gosh, thank you, yes. Give him imperfections. I love you. He doesn't look bad because of them, but he is not a perfect looking teenager.

She didn’t understand me. She didn’t get it. That of course if it were up to me, I’d get the first dog I fell in love with. Because I loved it. And what more is there than that? How do you comparison shop love?