I wished it was raining," he said."I don't need the rain," I said. "I need you.

I have this idea that the reason we have dreams is that we're thinking about things that we don't know we're thinking about-and those things, well, they sneak out of us in our dreams. Maybe we're like tires with too much air in them. The air has to leak out. That's what dreams are.

I guess I did miss Dante-even though I tried hard to not think about him. The problem with trying hard not to think about something was that you thought about it even more.

I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante. And I wondered why I thought that.

I guess I didn't have it so bad.Maybe everybody didn't love me,but i wasn't one of those kids that everyone hated,either.I was good in a fight.So people left me alone.i was almost invisible.i think i liked it that way.And then Dante came along.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

Try it again," I said. "Kiss me.""No," he said."Kiss me.""No," And then he smiled. "You kiss me."I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

I wondered about the science of storms and how sometimes it seemed that a storm wanted to break the world and how the world refused to break.

You belong everywhere you go. That’s just how you are.