You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.

The question is not if you're willing to die for her. The question is, can you live without her?

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

She knew how you went about falling in love; she did not know how you went about falling into trust.

I realize that I quite like this girl. It’s not just that she’s so pretty the words fly out of my mind before they can leave my mouth—it’s that when we’re chatting, I feel like I’ve known her all my life.

An item that looks perfectly normal on the surface might only be disguised.