I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. - Ryan

The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating

Imagine a guy. He’s a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams “touch me!” and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.

I love the me I am with him. I’m the girl who has Dave. I’m Lauren, Dave’s girlfriend. I’m someone better than Lauren Smith, who no one noticed till Dave came along. The thing is, that girl isn’t me and I know it. But when I’m with him, I feel like I could be her. That if something in me was just–I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.