Lingus

by Mariana Zapata

" He let out another yawn. "You're my favorite person in the world. Goodnight."

"I can’t stand this anymore. You’re all I think about."

"I'd do this all over again a hundred times as long as I met you in the end."

"You're like my moon. Pretty pointless according to other people, but without you, the world is pretty much over.

I wouldn't have any stability, there wouldn't be any cool things like tides; if you broke into a million pieces, you'd kill everything on the planet,"

"You'll always be my favorite person in the world. Always."