Love. Like clothes, I had guessed it was something that fit no two people exactly the same way. I was still unsure what the word looked like for me, but I sensed that sooner or rather than later, it would be fully defined. All that remained to be seen was if I could be satisfied with the definition.

Quizás fuiste tú quien me robaste a mí. Porque recuerdo claramente que antes me pertenecía a mí mismo. Ahora, en cambio, soy todo tuyo.

A veces tengo la sensación de que somos como un nudo, demasiado enredado como para que nos puedan separar

It's true, I'd planned to wait

Be happy", he Sid as he squeezed my hand one last time. "No, Maxon...", I screamed as Aspen dragged me away.