Layla

by Colleen Hoover

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.

It’s better to be poor and fulfilled than . . . poor and empty.

“We always think that when we’re in it. But then someone new comes along, and we forget how good we thought it was before, and the cycle starts all over again.”

there’s something annoying about every single human on this planet.

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There’s no better feeling than being loved for who you are rather than for what you’re worth.

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

That’s how Layla made me feel. It was like someone let all the air back into my life when I had no idea I was even suffocating.

After I first met Layla, I was eager to wake up. My eyes would open and immediately search her out. If the alarm was set, I’d silence it at the first sound, fearful it would wake her because I wanted to be the thing that woke her. I’d kiss her cheek or drag my fingers up her arm until she smiled. I wanted to see her before she saw me, but I also wanted to be what she woke up to.

“We always think that when we’re in it. But then someone new comes along, and we forget how good we thought it was before, and the cycle starts all over again.”

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.”

When I’m this close to her, I can feel an unfrayed connection not even death could break. We’re bound together for eternity, and if I don’t get this right—if I lose her—that tether will feel like a noose tightening around my heart until it stops.

Layla is my soul mate in every realm of life.

This year has proven to be a challenging one for the world, so thank you for continuing to turn to art for comfort.