Everything I don't know—about this world, about my life—could fill the oceans, but there are a few things I do know: Bryce and I, together, mean something. There is something between us, something that maybe has always been there, waiting to be discovered and unearthed. Is this what falling in love really is? Discovering pieces of yourself inside another person? Finding that half of your heart lives within another? Having all your questions and wonders and worries from before answered through the shape of someone else's smile?
