Quotes from Jenny Han

and awful. He never had anything to say to me, and I never knew what to say to him. Finally

Why do you think I kissed you that day at McClaren's house back in seventh grade? It's why I went along with this thing in the first place. I've always thought you were cute." My face feels hot. "In a quirky way." Peter grins his perfect grin. "So? I guess I must like quirky, then.

But the really special thing I've included is my letter, the one I wrote to him so long ago, the one that brought us together. I wanted to keep it, but something felt right about Peter having it. One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.

But with me he's been distant. Like even though he's right here next to me, he feels far away. Unreachable.

There are moments in every girl's Life that are bigger than we know at the time. When you look back, you can say oh, that was one of those life-changing, fork in the road moments and I didn't even see it coming. I had no idea. And then there are the moments that you know are big. That whatever you do next, there will be an impact. Your life could go in one of two directions. Do or die. Enter this was one of those moments. Big. They didn't get much bigger than this.

You really do have a pretty voice, Peter. You never should've quit chorus." "The only reason I ever took chorus is because all the girls were in chorus." "Well, then forget about joining a chorus at UVA. No a cappella groups either.

The distance came slowly, like seawater filling up a boat, without us even realizing it. Before you know it you're underwater.

It's the little things that make up life.

You're teenagers. Life doesn't always work out the way you think it's going to work out...

Sometimes I wish we'd met when we were twenty-seven. Twenty-seven sounds like a good age to meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. At twenty-seven, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be.

Oh, yes, I'm very refined, Peter.

I used to believe. I used to think that if I wanted it bad enough, wished hard enough, everything would work out the way it was supposed to.

Around ten he sends a text that says, Sorry something came up. I can't come over tonight. He doesn't say where he is or what he's doing, but I already know. He's with Genevieve.

I felt a sudden rush of affection for her. Nostalgia, a shared history, counted for a lot. More than I'd realized.

For my birthday that August, Conrad gave me a glass unicorn. Not the small one, but the big one that cost twenty dollars. Its horn broke off during one of Jeremiah and Steven's wrestling matches, but I kept it. I kept it right on top of my bureau. How could I have thrown such a gift away?

Suddenly it feels like every decision we make is so momentous, and I'm so scared to make the wrong one.

It's always the quiet ones that are the most interesting. Stay interesting.

We didn't know what was ahead of us then. We were just two teenagers, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. So no, he didn't give me flowers or candy. It gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

It's a white-gold princess cut with a diamond halo.

Kavinsky's not going to pressure you to have sex if you don't want to. If you minus the fact that he dated the devil, he's not a total dummy. He's kind of decent, actually.

It's funny how much of childhood is about proximity. Like who your best friend is is directly correlated to how close your houses are; who you sit next to in music is all about how close your names are in the alphabet. Such a game of chance.

There's a Korean word my grandma taught me. It's called jung. It's the connection between two people that can't be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can't ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them. I think this must be some part of what I feel for Genevieve. Jung is why I can't hate her. We're tied.

I know Josh and I will mend things, because we're neighbors, and that's how it goes with people you see a lot. They mend, almost on their own.