May the best man win That's about right pup
no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)
I'd rather die than be with anyone but you.
Lie to me. she whispered. I love you. he said.
How did people do this - swallow all their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every imperfection and fear they had.
Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?