Layla

by Colleen Hoover

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

Layla carries herself with a confidence that would be attractive no matter what she looked like.

“I think existence is simply luck of the draw. We’re here for a while, and then we’re not.”

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

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.