Layla

by Colleen Hoover

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

“You’re being selfish by keeping your songs to yourself. 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.

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.”

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.

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