When I make him laugh, I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
If I could put all my past lovers and every single person who’s ever hurt me in a room, I would run to you over and over again. If I had to pick someone to break my heart all the times they’ve dented mine, I would choose you to set it on fire and shatter it every time. I would choose you the moment I open my eyes and I would choose you when the alcohol is in my system. I choose you the moment the melatonin knocks me out and I choose you when I am lonely on a rainy day. I choose you when I am frustrated with a research paper and I choose you when I need to bawl over the death of my favorite characters. I will always choose you. And I will still choose you even when you don’t choose me.