La libertad, la independencia y el amor

Even if you called 6 months later, at 3am i’d still answer.

“What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.”

She was warm, like when you feel the heat of the sun on your skin after being cold for too long. The good kind of warm.

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane

Some people can’t believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first.

Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.