"Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix"

"She won’t be me. She won’t sit in the car for an extra three minutes just to finish the song. She won’t hoard words and scribble them in the corners of post-its hidden around the house for you. She won’t actually laugh when she types out “lol” or even crack a smile. She doesn’t stare at the stars and drink black coffee like it’s the only thing keeping her alive. She doesn’t get excited over the smallest things like space and puppies. She won’t eagerly run up to you and attack you in a hug, even though she saw you yesterday or kiss you like it’s the first time every time. She’s not me, but you’ll wish she were."