You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.
I’m not an idiot, Kenji. I have reasons for the things I say.â€
“Yeah, and maybe I’m just saying that you have no idea what you’re saying.â€
“Whatever.â€
“Don’t whatever me—â€
“Whatever,†I say again.
“Oh my God,†Kenji says to no one in particular. “I think this girl wants to get her ass kicked.â€
“You couldn’t kick my ass if I had ten of them.â€
Kenji laughs out loud. “Is that a challenge?â€
"It’s a warning,†I say to him.
“Ohhhhhh, so you’re threatening me now? Little crybaby knows how to make threats now?â€
“Shut up, Kenji.â€
“Shut up, Kenji,†he repeats in a whiny voice, mocking me.
You forget all of it anyway. First, you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you'll forget those, too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me, it was something by Simon & Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.