Meet Cute

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

“Look . ​​​​​. ​​​​​. I won’t overtip again. I won’t tip at all, if that bothers you. But whenever I come here, you never sit down. I’d like to see you at a movie or a restaurant. Having fun.” “Are you asking me on a date?” “Would that be your idea of fun?” “I don’t know. I don’t date.”

“All love ends,” she says. “Maybe,” I say. “But it has to start somewhere.”

“It’s not like I wanted to break up with him. One day I just woke up feeling less.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” Phineas flung the guitar to one side so that it hung purselike on his hip. “Someone needs to worry about you.”

“I know, I just—” “Maybe I want to be here,” Raden interrupted, with a look she couldn’t quite read. “Maybe I’m a sucker for impossible tasks.”

“You made me feel less lonely today,” Phineas said. “You made me feel less lost.”

It’s early, I know. We’ve only just met. But this might be a love story, so I want to tell it the right way.

Crazy is losing your sister—your best friend in the whole world—without ever getting to say good-bye,