• knowing each other's favorite everything since the beginning...
• being each other's home away from home
• or spending days obsessively trying to figure out the other's taste and personality if they met later on
• "my house is your house and you know you're always safe here"
• growing together, then growing apart, then rekindling the flame years after like no time passed
• "this reminded me of you and of course I had to show it to you"
• silly childhood memories that both of them never forget and always chat about
• their song, that happened to be whatever was on the radio/tv the first time one of them hung out at the other's house
• sharing goals and dreams for the future and secretly hoping for something more
• always being gentle and kind because they know what the other has been through, never forgetting their fears and insecurities
• "damn, it's like my mom likes you better than me"
• unspoken rules and inside jokes that no one else understands
• 2 a.m. phone calls when one of them can't sleep so they just comment whatever show is on the tv at that hour over the phone and suddenly it's morning again
• "my mouth is sealed, you know you can tell me anything"
• everyone always thinking they're high school sweethearts and one of them immediately arguing that platonic soulmates are a real thing and they should leave them alone...
• but internally fearing that the relationship is only platonic because they want more
• a confession that's a bit too honest every now and then but so what? they never notice.
• WHEN WILL THEY NOTICE
• but if they do notice... what if it ruins everything?
• followed by months and months and months of conflicted feelings that only their smile eases

““You can’t like someone you don’t know. That’s the thing. You can’t like someone who only ever calls you babe and pretty and asks what’s up but never asks about your family or your favorite candy or what you think about when you’re alone at 3am. You like the attention not the person and that’s shitty bc liking and person is so much fucking better than liking attention.””

“Commitment has always been scary for me. The thought of devoting myself to one person seemed impossible. I get bored too easily for that. But with you it was different. I could spend eternity listening to your voice, your laugh, and all your stupid little jokes.”

“I was thinking…for me it’s better I don’t romanticize things as much anymore. I was suffering so much all the time. I still have lots of dreams, but they’re not in regard to my love life. It doesn’t make me sad, it’s just the way it is. That’s why I’m in a relationship with somebody who’s never around. Obviously, I can’t deal with the day to day life of a relationship. Yeah, we have, you know, this exciting time together and then he leaves, and I miss him, but at least I’m not dying inside. When someone is always around me, I’m like suffocating! I know I said that I need to love and be loved, but when I do it quickly makes me nauseous! It’s a disaster… I mean I’m really happy only when I’m on my own. Even being alone…it’s better than…sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. It’s not so easy for me to be all romantic. You start off that way and after you’ve been screwed over a few times…you…you…you forget about all your delusional ideas and you just take what comes into your life. That’s not even true I haven’t been…screwed over, I’ve just had too many blah relationships. They weren’t mean, they cared for me, but… there was no real…connection or excitement. At least not from my side. You know…it’s not even that. I was…I was fine, until I read your fucking book! It stirred shit up, you know? It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and now it’s like…I don’t believe in anything that relates to love. I don’t feel things for people anymore. In a way…I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again. Like…somehow this night took things away from me and…I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! It made me feel cold, like if love wasn’t for me! You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It’s funny…every single of my ex’s…they’re now married! Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married! And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and…and that I taught them to care and respect women! You know, I want to KILL them!! Why didn’t they ask ME to marry them? I would have said “No”, but at least they could have asked!! But it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault, because…I never felt it was the right man. Never! But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd; the idea that we can only be complete with another person is…EVIL!! RIGHT??!! You know, I guess I’ve been heartbroken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, from the start I make no effort…because I know it’s not going to work out, I know it’s not going to work out.”

“I see it. I see us getting married, moving in together, cuddling on the couch, waking up to good morning kisses, having arguments, making up after, cooking our favorite foods, smiling for no reason, annoying each other when we’re bored, having the cutest little babies, watching them grow up, never leaving each others side. I see us together. Forever.”

“don’t fall in love with me, even if I appear to be good with you and l like being around you, the fact is that I like being alone better, that way don’t get hurt or hurt anybody’s feelings…”

“I hope that with the next girl you supposedly fall in love with, you will automatically look for me. I hope you will look to see her smile the moment she makes eye contact with you. I hope you will wait for her to randomly tell you how much she loves you and the moments when she misses you, despite being away from you only for an hour. I hope you will expect her to be forgiving when you make her mad and for her to cheer you up by showing you things that’ll make you smile when you’re sad. I hope you will anticipate for her to hold onto you tightly and never let go until you have to pry her hands off of you. I hope you will want her to find saying goodbye to you to be difficult because she loves you that much. I hope you will wish she were me.”

“Holy fuck, she made falling in love easy.”