Layla

by Colleen Hoover

The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.

I want her so much I’ll be the Romeo to her Juliet and take whatever the hell kind of poison she wants to put on my tongue right now.

“I wasn’t expecting that. I feel like you just stomped on my chest.” That’s how I’ve felt since I first laid eyes on her tonight.

I want to know all the things. Everything.

“If you’re destined to be poor, it’s better to be the happy kind of poor,”

“I think I’m glad I met you.”

Minutes feel like they matter more when they’re spent with her.

I’ve never wanted inside a girl’s mind more than I want inside Layla’s.

“Leeds. It’s been proven that people who read live longer.

“You also used to be a loving boyfriend who didn’t hold me hostage, but look at you now.”

“When did she stop loving it here?” “I guess the day I brought her back.”

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

I keep running back to the starting line because I don’t want to be finished with you.

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