Boys turns girls into such idiots.
I don’t understand why things always go from perfect to weird with us. It’s like we’re incapable of normal human interaction.
My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?
Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.