Unconventional

Funny things, words. Big words, small words; words that are bigger on the inside and packed tight with feeling. They can make us fall in love, and they can break our hearts and we’re powerless against them.

Sometimes, the things that are worth fighting for, the things that matter, are the things that could hurt us the most. But they hurt because they make us FEEL.

If we were in his book, our hands would leave trails of light like sparklers through the sky, glowing against the night; they would crackle and fizz with magic. But we aren't, so they're just mildly clammy and soundtracked by someone throwing up against a lamp post on the promenade (loudly).

Mum always says it isn't luck, being happy. It's about being brave. Being brave and letting the right people in; the people who make you better just by knowing them, people who make you stronger for loving them.

I am veritably breathless with anticipation

Go..." Dad says wearily. He knows that if I don't get out, she's going to get in. Or try to, anyway.