You chose me, I chose you. End of story.

I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.

Sometimes, knowing when to let go is just as important as knowing when to hold tight.

What? It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.

The things we should focus on in any life shouldn't be what we've lost, but what we've gained

It's rooted in my blood to consume you and be consumed by you. To protect you. To please you, in every way. To make you shiver when I touch you. To cause your heart to beat faster.

Battle scars just remind us that we survived.