“You asked me why I wrote you all those years," he said suddenly. "You know, I'd seen you around that summer, always hanging back but with this intent look on your face--always quiet but pissed off. And then that day, I saw you wait till everyone had left before you climbed. And turned out you could climb higher than any of them." He smiled. "You know what I was thinking?"
I shook my head.
"I was thinking, this world is full of people making a big deal out of any little thing they do: look at me, look at this cappuccino I'm about to drink, look at me looking good in this hotel lobby. And here was someone who only did her most beautiful things when no one was watching." He paused. "And you're still like that.”
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Jodi Lynn Anderson,
Each Night Was Illuminated: A Young Adult Coming-of-Age Novel of Faith, Ghosts, and Hope