You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no mattter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...it's all a part of being in love.

It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.

If people knew you, they would love you." He sounds matter-of-fact.Josh, you break my heart. And you're a liar.Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me.

And for a second, just for a second I forget. I forget that this isn't real.

I wonder, though…what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back.

If two people are meant to be, they'll find their way to each other.

What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

We didn't know what was ahead of us then. We were just two teenagers, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. So no, he didn't give me flowers or candy. It gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.