“The difference between who you are and who you want to be is what you do.”

“One day you’ll meet a girl who will talk about the world as if she’s lived a thousand lives, and she’ll see things in such a different perspective that you’ll question everything you know. She’ll describe things in words you’ve never heard, but they sound so beautiful coming out of her mouth that you’ll look them up and start using them yourself. She’ll be curious and have the wonder of a child, and the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” will take on a new meaning when people tell her things she doesn’t want to hear and it makes her heart break in half, so you end up holding her and picking up the pieces. She’ll bring out a passion in you that no one knew you had and she’ll make you feel something that you’ve never felt. She’ll hide her face when you see her with her hair down and no makeup, and your voice will catch in your throat because she looks like the most beautiful woman in the world. She’ll act a little crazy and ignite a fire in your bones that burns so bad it’ll make you want to run for your life. Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare. Stare at her even if she’s so bright it burns, hold her close even though you’re terrified that if you touch her the wrong way she’ll break. Kiss her so hard that you see stars, trace the scars that litter her body, do not let her feel ashamed. She makes you feel vulnerable, and it will scare the living hell out of you. You’re not used to being out of control, let the new experience teach you lessons. It won’t make you a hero to leave because you think you’ll break her, you’re doing her no favours by killing something that hasn’t yet been brought to life. So don’t run. Don’t run away from what scared you, because you have the potential to be so much more than a coward who breaks her heart. Love her for as long as the universe allows, because if you don’t I swear you’ll regret it.”

“One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parent’s names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to play violin, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your laugh lines, and your birthmarks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you wake up in the middle of the night most nights, where you were when you realised you had lost yourself, why you picked up the razor, and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your mother. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for all things salted caramel, your dream of being a vet when you were five, your need to sing along to every song you know, and your fears of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget, and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clean clothes out for days, get scared ordering at a store, have to organise your DVD’s by genre, and check your horoscope… just in case. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how you don’t like sugar in your coffee, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you don’t like sandwiches unless they’re toasted. He’s going to know how you feel without telling him, when you’re holding in a laugh, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.”