"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

When I first met you I loved how your eyes shined when you smiled, how it was way to big for your face. But over time I got to know you, I fell for you. After I just saw my heart broken. You were so kind to me, I guess maybe you didn’t think about it that way. But then you started holding my hands, during a trip, you catched me before I fell. You know that moment in movies when they just stare into each other’s eyes for a while, nothing said but you were so connected. It was the prefect time for you to kiss me. I wanted you too, but then you holded my hand until we were outside. After that you acted like nothing happened. I saw you flirt with other girls, my friends even. I told myself to get over you. Up to this day I still catch myself smiling sometimes when you talk to me. Everyone is aways calling us a couple, they call it skinny love sometimes. Skinny love is when two people show signs of love but are too shy to act upon it. I also heard some pretty bad stuff about you. “Oh, last year he kissed lily at the park” or how many girls you messed around with. Why can’t I seem to get over you? But you keep acting all sweet and cute with me, and it’s harder to not fall for you. You confuse me so much, I have never been though this before.