It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.

It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.

But you never said anything! Not one frigging word, Lara Jean!”Automatically I say, “Don’t say ‘frig.’ ”“Not one frigging word,” Kitty repeats with a shake of her head.Peter cracks up, and I give him a dirty look. “It all happened really fast,” he offers. “There was barely time to tell anybody—”“Was I talking to you?” Kitty snaps. “No, I don’t think so. I was talking to my sister.”Peter’s eyes widen, and I can see him trying to keep a straight face.

I think that time might be different for young people. The minutes longer, stronger, more vibrant.

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens — but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.

But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

Son las imperfecciones las que hacen las cosas hermosas.