She liked beautiful people and their pretty greenbrownblue eyes. She liked that dark, quiet boy(man). The upwards motion he makes with his lips, when he hears something amusing, as if he's about to smile - but doesn't. It makes you want to cover your face and fall with all the butterflies, fluttering their wings in you stomach. That deep, slightly scary chuckle, rumbling sound as you lay on his chest. His honest, straightforward answers that might make you cry or violent or just make everything brighter and wonderful with all the confetti and blue skies and happyhappy smiles.

"Even if we kiss a million times. I'll still blush and act as if it was our first."

"The ability to have thoughts and not act on them is what separates man from beast."