What are the stars telling you?" I asked.Max pushed up on his elbows and pretended to strain his ear toward the sky. "They say...They say...you're allowed to forgive yourself."I rolled sideways...and he did the same."For what?" I asked."Living.""I'm not very good at that," I admitted."Well, you kissed someone without flinching. Maybe you're getting better.""Maybe it's just you."He didn't argue.