Your fascination with putting yourself down borders on emotional mutilation.

I was a total introvert who did not belong in public. It was my service to everyone.

It may be the death of me, but it was time to live.

I want you to listen to me you seem to be under the misconception that there is something wrong with you, that there is nothing special about you. There is nobody else in the whole world that I would rather be with. I could look at you for hours an never get sick of it. I could spend ever second of everday in your presence and I would die a happy man. You belong with me.

Slap my ass and call me a tramp. You’re responsible for this?

All the whispering, glaring, pointing and judging makes them no better than whoever or whatever it is they’re gossiping about.

—También te amo —dijo él, retrocediendo después de un momento—. Creo que te he amado desde hace meses. Nunca he creído en el amor a primera vista, pero sí creo en el destino. Cada situación de mierda que has tenido que superar te trajo hasta aquí. Nunca he sentido esto por nadie, y es porque he estado esperando por ti, no lo sabía hasta que llegaste aquí.

He let out a groan and I stopped tugging at the material, thinking I had hurt him."Are you okay?", I asked, leaning over him."Could you kiss me or something so I don't feel so perverted?" he asked.I couldn't help my laugh of relief. Still, I had to admit, the way he was looking at me was pretty hot."Really? Even with an exposed fracture you're thinking of something like that?" I chastised."It's not like everything's broke," he said, sounding mortified.

Shut up. You have to know you're a bombshell. Sure, maybe travel-sized, but beautiful nonetheless. You're proportioned just right. Trust me. Girl are jealous of your knockers and ass.

Get a grip. You're pricklier than a feral cat," he said, sitting up."Too bad for you, I'm not in heat," I said, calming down.