Falling for Your Best Friend (Love Clichés, #4)

by Emma St. Clair

We all just seem to understand Harper’s differences or preferences and leave it at that. That’s what you do for people you love, isn’t it? Whether there is a diagnosis or not.

The hardest part this whole thing might be reframing how I think about myself, how I talk to myself. I’m really not being very kind to myself. If any of my friends came to me with this, I would be so much nicer. I need to extend that same grace to myself.

Not that anything is ever a perfect fit. That’s another conclusion I came to. There are commonalities, but so many different experiences, so many variables, coming down to things like your upbringing and your personality. To be honest, I’m not sure where some of those things end and Asperger’s begins.

“Should I not be? As long as you feel fine with it and are handling what you need to handle, it’s cool, right? I mean, it’s a big deal, but you’re still you.”

“It doesn’t matter in that I don’t see you differently. But it matters hugely in that I imagine you now have a whole new set of tools at your disposal to handle life. It’s like you’ve gotten the manual to your car.”