Maybe you should get rid of me,” I whisper onto his lips. “Never,” he says, kissing me once softly. “You’re mine for as long as you breathe.

Coincidence is just the conformist term for fate.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

To love someone so deeply means also that it will hurt a thousand times more when he disappoints or leaves you

She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world’s smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems; we all go through hardships and pain, and my pain is paradise compared to a lot of people’s and I really have no right to whine at all.