Someone real I hear myself saying. Someone who never has to pretend and who I never have to pretend around. Someone whos smart but knows how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symphony and start to cry because he understands music can be too big for words. Someone who knows me better than I know myself. Someone I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Someone I feel like Ive known my whole life even if I havent.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury

What if love wasnt the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match

People always say that when you love someone nothing in the world matters. But thats not true is it You know and I know that when you love someone everything in the world matters a little bit more.

So much of the language of love was like that you devoured someone with your eyes you drank in the sight of him you swallowed him whole. Love was substance broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

Until this moment I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice along the very same fault lines.

I dont think we get a choice in who we fall for Ian whispers. I think we just do.

Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

I love you he whispered and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were no matter how fucked up no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.