Page 82 of The Fault in Our Stars

“Yeah, thanks,” I said. “I’m doing okay.”

“You’ve just had the worst luck, darling. It’s unconscionable.”

“I guess,” I said. I didn’t think much about my luck anymore one way or the other. Honestly, I didn’t really want to talk with Kaitlyn about anything, but she kept dragging the conversation along.

“So what was it like?” she asked.

“Having your boyfriend die? Um, it sucks.”

“No,” she said. “Being in love.”

“Oh,” I said. “Oh. It was . . . it was nice to spend time with someone so interesting. We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?”

“Alas, I do not. The boys I’m acquainted with are vastly uninteresting.”

“He wasn’t perfect or anything. He wasn’t your fairy-tale Prince Charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes, but I liked him best when that stuff fell away.”

“Do you have like a scrapbook of pictures and letters he wrote?”

“I have some pictures, but he never really wrote me letters. Except, well there are some missing pages from his notebook that might have been something for me, but I guess he threw them away or they got lost or something.”

“Maybe he mailed them to you,” she said.