Here's to Us (What If It's Us #2)

by Becky Albertalli

Even my outfit felt right: rolled-up sleeves, light sweater vest, and my brand-new blue floral tie. Taj said I looked like the manic pixie dream child of Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel in an alternate-universe sequel of (500) Days of Summer, and I guess my brain just kind of took that and ran with it.

Me at sixteen, with all my high-octane feelings. I was like a human volcano.

I’m tired of not being able to own my feelings because someone else has it worse.

People don’t warn you that heartbreak is a chronic condition. Maybe it quiets down a little over time, or you can muffle it with distance, but the ache never quite dials down to zero.

Sometimes happily ever afters aren’t about your happiness at all.

The way his touch lights me up, leans me forward. I think he’s italicizing me.