Layla

by Colleen Hoover

“It’s not drugs making you feel like this, Leeds.”

no matter how beautiful she was, her insecurity was the loudest thing about her.

“You’re being selfish by keeping your songs to yourself. It’s better to be a selfless somebody than to be a selfish nobody.”

I’ve always wanted someone I could instantly click with and then just fucking drown in.

There could be realms of existence we’ve never even entertained the idea of. They could be endless. I don’t think we ever really die.”

Concern might be the only difference between liking someone and loving someone.

I have this notion that if I take us back to the starting line, we’ll never cross the finish line.

I asked her what the anxiety felt like. She said, “It’s like a shiver running through my blood.”

I can’t be the Band-Aid for her wounds. I need to be what helps them heal.

Falling in love with her was weightless, like air was breezing through my bones. Falling out of love is fucking heavy, like my lungs are carved from iron.

Perhaps what we desire can sometimes be so strong it overpowers our fate.”