I don't know what being in love with someone is supposed to feel like," Tyler admits with a breathy laugh, "but if being in love means thinking about someone every second of every day... If being in love means your entire mood shifts when they're around... If being in love means you'd do anything and everything for them," he murmurs, "then I am endlessly in love with you.

That's the thing about distance: It either gives you time to move on form someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.

No te rindas.

You've got nothing to be worried about," he whispers slowly, his breath hot against my cheek, "because, baby, I'm all yours.

We promised we'd all stay in touch. Even joked about a yearly reunion. These kinds of goodbyes are the scary goodbyes. The goodbyes where you know the chances of seeing each other again are very slim.

I think parks like these are the best places to people-watch. The diversity of people here is really cool and, again I find myself wondering what they're doing and why they're here and who they're with. I'm far too curious for my own good.

Je moet juist wel trots zijn Tyler,' zei ik, en ik kijk hem strak aan met mijn vochtige ogen. Daarna maak ik mijn hand los uit de zijne. 'Therapie is geen teken van zwakte, weet je. Het wil juist zeggen dat je sterk bent en dat je trots moet zijn dat je het hebt gedaan. Moet je nou eens zien hoeveel blijer je bent.

Dark haired guys are so, so much better.

me estoy muriendo por besarte.