Dash and Lily's Book of Dares - Rachel Cohn and David Levithan

          It was indeed an adventure. A well thought story. A smart one. :) Who would have thought dares would give you a happily ever after? ;) Must read. :D

Whenever I went, I was at the wrong end of the stampede. No word is too grand or too infinitesimal to be considered. I want to believe that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, there is reason to hope. All this hoping for something or someone that’s maybe hopeless. I want to believe there is a somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody. Prayer or not. I want o believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person. We believe in the wrong things. That’s what frustrates me the most. Not the lack of belief, but the belief in the wrong things. You want meaning? Well, the meanings are out there. We’re just so damn good at reading them wrong. I don’t think the meaning is something that can be explained. You have to understand it on your own. I think we can find the truths that live behind our words. It is much harder to lie to someone’s face. But, it is also much harder to tell the truth to someone’s face. It’s hard to answer a question you haven’t been asked. It’s hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding. We were people. And people had ways of finding each other. It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present. You should never wish for wishful thinking. Wasn’t reality bound to be disappointing? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest. That’s the luxury of being a lout – you get to be selective about when you care and when you don’t. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow. I’m told there’s no going back. So I’m choosing forward. Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? Why do we feel we need that disconnect in order to connect? We are reading the stories of our lives as though we were in it, as though we had written it. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present. Fate has a strange way of making plans. A dream deferred is a dream denied.