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.

Battle scars just remind us that we survived.

Love finds you in the strangest places, and hope clings to us in the nooks and crannies we never think to look.

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.

I saw something in you that I couldn't live without. I chose you, inside of me, and you chose me. It's not one sided, it only works when both people choose the other. You are perfect for me in every way.

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.