winter's coming and you're stuck here

I wanted so badly to lie next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bootom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was dizzle and she was hurricane.
John Green, Looking for Alaska

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