How can Sophie hate Josh tonight when Friday morning she loved him?’ I ask. What I mean is How can I have had such strong feelings for Ethan when now I don’t know what I...

Good becomes perfect, but perfect is an illusion. And illusions are like all spells—temporary and soon broken. And when that happens, feelings change.

Need I say more?”No, because you’re wrong, and I’d hate for you to keep embarrassing yourself.

Come dance with me,” he says, taking my hand, and someday I’ll explain to him that I already am.

You realize I can never sleep under this blanket with this thread as it is. The thought of it would plague me all night.”Were you going to?’ he asks, looking over his shoulder at me.’Well,...

Dream of me,” he said.Dream of you? I’m doing that while I’m awake.

Someday, I will be brave enough to say these things to you in person. For now, I remain in happy, quiet contemplation over you and can say tonight that I just might love you. Or...

I keep telling myself that maybe, eventually, we’ll get to know each other, and he might like me. A lot. But that’s a long way off, and in the meantime, I already know I like...

We have nothing in common.” Comfortable silence proves just how much we do.

It’s easier to hate than to hurt.

I’m not entirely sure there is a formula for this,’ I say. But I wish there were. I would have followed it, plugging in all my data for x and all of Ethan’s for y....