I don’t believe in signs. I believe in words, and action, and doing. And what you’re doing is sitting and waiting and that is one hundred percent unacceptable.
Because sometimes it’s just so good that it’s like all they have to do is touch you and, you are 50,000 degrees hot for them.
Any girl who says she doesn’t keep a list of best kisses ever is lying. She may not have a pen-and-paper list, but she knows in her head who rocked her world and made her more than weak in the knees.
The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.
You were falling for me, and I was falling for you, and we were falling together into the land of the fallen.
Everything fits, especially me with him, and him with me. He is the puzzle piece that slides into place in my heart, filling all the sad and empty spots inside me.
Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they’re meant for each other.
I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.
I've already gone through all the reasons to ignore her. I've already tried to fight this for far too long. I'm not winning any awards for resistance. I never did. I threw in the towel many moons ago.
I'd never forget how it felt to say those words. To be in our place. In love with you, in love with us, in love with our secret, with the island we were building, keeping out the whole wide world.
Sometimes I think things happen for a reason... And I think if we're meant to run into each other again, fate will make it happen.
