I fall in love with every person I meet. Not them as a whole, but pieces of them.
Like the way the barista in Starbucks runs his fingers through his hair every time he gets an order, and the way my best friend smiles whenever she...
“I never loved him,” she said with no sign of remorse or guilt in her voice. She almost sounded emotionless, incapable of feelings. “I just didn’t want to be alone,” she finally admitted with a sigh. Her voice cracking a little at the end.