There are literally billions of people living on this planet, so why is it so difficult to find one person to put up with us?
Falling In Love
I’d like to think that this will pass. That someday I’ll wake up and want to chase those butterflies you offer; the kind that love is too sparing with.
We were just eighteen, so full of ideas and expectations. He was the only boy I’d ever let sleep in my bed.
I would rather stay in my own island than leave to venture into the unknown.
We’re a double whammy, fire signs ruled by Jupiter.
I remember the day I met her. We both signed up for the same event at school, and after a first impression, I concluded that she was a nice, funny girl. That was it.
If you fall in love with a writer, don’t be upset if they decide to write about how you hurt them. The story belongs to them, and the only way for them to move on is by writing about it.
It only takes a stranger to fall in love. It only takes a word to catch their eye, and a name to have something to call them by.
I’m nervous because you like me, and I like you, and I don’t know how to proceed. I’m nervous because I know all your secrets and you know mine, and I have no idea how to deal with the fact that I’m emotionally, mentally, and physically attracted to you without getting in over my head.
I’ll admit it.