Quizás todo se trata de la forma en que lo miras. Tal vez hubo cosas que yo veía como feas y otras personas encontraban hermosas.

But in my heart I knew the old Bryce was toast. There was no going back. Not to Garrett or Shelly or Miranda or any of the other people who wouldn't understand. Juli was different, but after all these years that didn't bother me anymore.
I liked it.
I liked her.

My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street, too. "No, Bryce," he said softly. "She's the same as she's always been; you're the one who's changed." He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered, "And son, from here on out, you'll never be the same again.

What he did to my heart was sheer, inexplicable, magic.

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.

...and I realized that Garrett was right about one thing- I had flipped.
Completely.