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’m not the one for you. I don’t just think that, I know it for sure.
Someday you’ll find her. Someday you’ll find a girl that will reply you the second you text her, even if you replied her ten minutes late before....
Was she his bad luck or a beautiful light on his life?