Layla

by Colleen Hoover

her insecurity was the loudest thing about her.

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

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

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