I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (from Starlings in Winter - a poem by Mary Oliver)
"The beginning of love is to let the one we love be perfectly themselves, not twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them." - Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island
My thoughts exactly. Ugh I wanted to slap both of them across the face so hard they saw next Tuesday. America dosn't realize she wants to be with Maxon until the one and I'm in the corner screaming FINALLY! Then Maxon hangs out with Kriss.