Sweethearts

I finished my first book of the summer and it was marvelous. Seeing as I teach high school English, I love the YA section of the library. So, I will recommend Sweetheartsto you and convince you with this snippet. It's pretty good. (Also I love writing that is similar in style to my thinking, and I like to think I could've thought this. Granted I probably could not have expressed it so well.)

Sometimes I think about how there are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark.
I don't mean the usual faint impression: he was cute, she was nice, they made me laugh, I wish I'd known her better, I remember the time she threw up in class.
And I don't just mean that they change you. A lot of people can change you -- the first kid who called you a name, the first teacher who said you were smart, the first person who crowned you best friend. It's the change you remember, the firsts and what they meant, not really the people.
I'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid.
The pulse of unfinished business still beats while life unfurls; days, weeks, months.
In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us.
Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.