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It’s honest. Who says that?

He nodded. He untied his shoelace—the left one—and walked away. I felt like a monster.

Maybe the unwritten chapters are the best ones.

My heart was a hummingbird.

But here’s the thing, Diary. The story isn’t about finding the one perfect person. It’s about the mess. The wrong turns. The boy with the untied shoelace who teaches you what you don’t want. The boy with the elbow patches who teaches you what you do.

I’m not a goldfish, Chloe. I’m a hurricane.

He stopped drawing. He looked up, and his eyes were the exact color of a stormy sky. “Marleen,” he said, my whole name, like it was a secret. “I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out since third grade.” It’s honest

The splinter is this: I don’t think I’m in love with Liam. I think I’m in love with the idea of being chosen by someone like Liam. The shiny, interesting, romantic hero.

But the boy who likes the rain? That’s the one I want to build an umbrella with.

I’m writing this while eating candy corn. I have made a mess of everything. He untied his shoelace—the left one—and walked away

The Unwritten Chapters: The Diary of Marleen Vance

Then I saw Caleb across the room. He was dressed as a vampire, but he’d lost his fake fangs. He was just standing there, holding a cup of apple cider, looking at me. Not angry. Just… disappointed. Like I’d promised him the rain and then chosen the sun.

Chloe says I’m overreacting. “He just got distracted,” she said. “You’re the one he lent his pen to.” My heart was a hummingbird