“Love is… I don’t know. Something bigger than that. It’s like the sun.”
“In that you can get burnt by it?”
“No,” she says wearily, but already her eyes have that starry quality they get whenever she’s thinking of Alex. “In that it makes everything brighter and happier. And it warms you from the inside out.”
A manga about childbirth, piano playing, and more. Sadly, I had mixed responses to the manga.
“I’m learning that it’s good to think about what scares you. To bring it into the light. Even to hold it in your hands, if you can, and feel how it can’t hurt you anymore. To think of it and say, ‘I am not afraid.”
“Great. It must be something, finally being around other people who have this condition. Maybe makes you feel less alone, less isolated?”
“All due respect, sir, but being in the hospital instead of high school is pretty isolating.”
“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.”
