Physical attraction that strong is addictive. And knowing that kind of magic isn’t just a fantasy makes me want to find it again. But what about being with someone who makes me a better person? What about sharing my life with someone who adores me as much as I adore him, whom I can always count on, who helps me find my way when I’m lost?

The past doesn't just disappear after it's happened.

We're all sinking in the same boat here. We're all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We're all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.

I'd rather be weird and happy than normal and miserable.

Life would be so much easier if fictional boys were real.

But life’s never easy when you need it to be.

Maybe the package comes in a different shape than we originally thought it would.