And You Can't Love, Not Fully, Unless

It Won't Matter If Nobody Ever Thinks I'm Pretty (although Sometimes I Wish, Just For A Second, That Somebody Would)

My Heart Is Fluid And Soaring. There's No Longer Any Space Between Heartbeats.

It Strikes Me How Strange People Are. You Can See Them Every Day - You Can Think You Know Them - And Then You Fшnd Out You Hardly Know Them At All.

The Mark Of The Procedure. A Real One. Lu Is Cured.

Fear. Blame. Don't Forget. Mom. I Love You. -lauren Oliver, Delerium