I realized all those
times I'd felt people stare
at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able
to reflect back the
expression I thought only I wore, the feelings only I felt. Until now, this
moment, as our eyes met. If there
was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt
it as I looked at his
face. Finally, someone understood.

Author: Sarah Dessen