I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms
around her and sleep. Not do anything dirty, like in those movies. Not
even have s/ex. 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
bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle, and she was
hurricane.
-Looking for Alaska by John Green