Jenny Han

her hair was all feathery on one side like a kid's.

Susannah swept me in for a hug

He called out, “I still love you.”

I froze. And then slowly, I turned around to look at him. “Don’t say that.”

He took a step closer. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have … this feeling.

Conrad was the one at Stanford, working a part-time job at a lab. Jeremiah was the one who told people he majored in beerology.

Conrad was the one at Stanford, working a part-time job at a lab. Jeremiah was the one who told people he majored in beerology.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms

My letters are for when I don’t want to be in love anymore. They’re for good-bye.

This is our life; there’s no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it’s hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

“Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car into the ocean.”

Over his shoulder Conrad said, “Good night, Belly.”
And that was it. I was in love.