Stephanie Perkins

can he not notice his leg is touching my leg?

and—oh, dear God—the curve of his lips.

I’m still the new girl. I’m still alone

We’re waiting for La Vie to begin. Last week we learned about the importance of eating locally grown food, and before that, how to write a college application essay.Who knows what they’ll drag out today?

Breathe. One thing at a time

I want my mom.The thought shames me. Eighteen-year-olds shouldn’t need their mother

And I realize ... it’s okay. It’s okay if St. Clair and I never become more than friends. His friendship alone has strengthened me in a way that no one else’s ever has. He swept me from my room and showed me independence. In other words, he was exactly what I needed. I won’t forget it. And I certainly don’t want to lose it

Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person.
And we’re finally home

hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars.

Flynn looks up at the sky, at the North Star above us. Polaris, it’s called. A fixed point, more accurate than any compass. You always know where you are when you look up at it