Stephanie Perkins

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