“What did it say about me that he hadn’t? That he couldn’t possibly like me as much as I’d started to like him. That I would never be as pretty and interesting as that Sofia girl, while Dash’s handsome face would continue to appear in my daydreams. Unrequited. It wasn’t fair that I sort of missed him. Not his presence so much – I barely knew him – but having that red notebook link to him. Knowing he was out there thinking or doing something that would be communicated to me in some surprising way.”
