“I don’t necessarily believe in God… but I believe in being kind, I believe in love, and I believe in being the best person I can be.”
“I hardly know you, but what I do know, is that I want you to be genuinely happy.”
“Sex means more to me than just lust, I want a connection… you think I’m weird for that, right?”
I was about half in love with her by the time our bottles of beer were half empty. Which is kind of dumb really, considering how we had just met an hour before on the train going home. But that’s the thing about beautiful girls with beautiful minds. Every time they say something beautiful… you fall half in love, and end up writing about them because you care. And once you start caring… fuck, I’m screwed.