Nick and Charlie

by Alice Oseman

“Well, fuck you, then,”

NOOOOOOO 😭😭😭 ustedes se amaaaaaan KESTAPASANDOOOOOOOO

you’re Nick and Charlie.” I laugh. “What does that mean?” “It’s …” He laughs too, a nervous expulsion of air. “You’re … it’s hard to explain. It’s like, if you had to provide evidence for soul mates, everyone would pick you two.”

I feel myself tear up just looking at our life together. I love this. I love us. I love our weird, boring life.

I used to think I was pathetic for thinking soppy, romantic stuff like that. I don’t anymore. I just keep thinking it. I keep wanting him here. I keep wanting him to stay.