Cassia.I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.I love you. (Ky Markham)

Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved whole, or a beautiful sum of beautiful parts. But when you see the one you love as pieces, as why's, you can love those parts too, and it's a love at once more complicated and more complete.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

I love.The most reckless thing of all.

Love has different shades. Like the way I loved Cassia when I thought she'd never love me. The way I loved her on the Hill. The way I love her now that she came into the canyon for me. It's different. Deeper. I thought I loved her and wanted her before, but as we walk through the canyon together I realize this could be more than a new shade. A whole new color.

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?""You," he says, almost before I've finished. "You,

I never needed the Society," she says, "to Match me." (-Lei)

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.