Layla

by Colleen Hoover

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.”

“Fuck yeah.”

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.

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

It is really like that?

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

:(

I have to stop treating her like she’s incapable of caring for herself, though. She’s capable. She’s strong. She’s incredible. And I’m going to be the one to remind her of that, because she seems to have forgotten.

I was blind but now I see.

A psychiatrist would tell me I’m schizophrenic.

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.

Sad

it rips my heart in half.

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