I didn't mean to offend," he quickly adds."Then, what exactly did you mean to say?

Momma said people are like streams, and when you meet your beloved, you become a single river flowing in one direction; currents, waves, ripples, indistinguishable from one another.

If you want to burn yourself, go ahead."He does, and I try not to gasp. "I don't mind it. Sometimes it reminds me that I'm awake.

Love is when hearts beat together.

We can’t expect one person — or even two — to take the entire burden of resisting on their shoulders. We all have to stand up and say no.

As writers we have been given the great privilege to create something that gives people a space to explore who they are.” —@brownbookworm

You have to decide for yourself. It is you who must live with the outcome.

You can never be clean enough, pretty enough, or smart enough.

She's nice," he says.His compliment warms me."That's it?" the third one replies with a stamp of her foot. She shoves his shoulder and pouts, her lips a brilliant shade of coral."Sh's a little stubborn."I smile."Can be a bit impulsive or reckless," he adds.I scoff. Bree chuckles.

The world is vaster and more beautiful than she ever described. Each corner of it feels different and unique, part of a puzzle with disparate pieces that somehow fit together.