“You look beautiful even when you cry. I mean, not that you don’t look beautiful when you’re happy. Of course, you’re beautiful… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Every happy moment from now on will have the lingering, bitter, heartbreaking aftertaste of loss.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I try to think of other things. David’s hand in mine. That was nice. Innocent, friendly hand-holding. I think of his tape… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“FAVORITE GIRL IN THE WORLD. STILL MY FRIEND? Please meet me on the bleachers after school. Please. And I’m sorry. Sorrier than… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I am kissing David Drucker. I am kissing David Drucker. I am kissing David Drucker. I Was wrong. I had assumed this… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Will you think about the kissing?” he asks, and I laugh again and mimic his shrug. If only he knew how much… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“We don’t talk on the ride home. We don’t have to. I feel warm and giddy and like I have a secret… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I liked holding David’s hand, though. That part-the snow dampening my face, letting my tears mix without anyone seeing, his fingers snug… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“we match,” I say, and as soon as the words are out I already know that tomorrow will come and I will… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Do you ever think about how your name doesn't fit you? I mean, you're usually Kit in my head, but really I think your… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Instead of trying to watch it happen differently, why don't you try to not watch it at all?” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“They seem to understand that the world is a big, diverse place, and that different is not the same thing as scary. It’s amazing… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Miney says: “Mom is a closet weirdo, and dad is a closet normal, and that’s why they work.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I think about what it would be like to kiss her, to touch my fingertip to her clavicle cluster, to not worry about our… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I think David was the one who kicked ass today,” I say. “Literally and figuratively,” David says. “I’ve never seen anything like it. He… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“SN: how’s your day, Ms. Holmes? Me: Not bad. Yours? SN: good. been doing my homework in listicle form, because, you know, anything to… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“ I hear my mom in my head, for just a second, since her voice has mostly evaporated—water to air, or maybe disintegrated, dirt to… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“This is the opposite of love, I realize, when I look over and see my empty couch, see right through my imaginary companions. The… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Annie: I wonder if when he talks dirty, he gets all science-y. Oooh, your matter makes my particles throb.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“And now that I've been exposed to this feeling, perfect mouth against perfect mouth, the natural order of things, I wonder why people don't… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
