He was always moody and miserable, but I liked it. I liked feeling as if he had chosen me as the only person in the world not to hate, so we spent all this time together just raging on everyone, you know?
There are two kinds of people in this world. Hopeless romantics and realists. A realist just sees that face and packs it in with every other pretty girl they’ve ever seen before. The hopeless romantic becomes conviced that God put them on Earth to be with that one person.