Lauren Blakely

Sometimes I think things happen for a reason... And I think if we're meant to run into each other again, fate will make it happen.

Solve this, pink-haired lady.

I don__ believe in signs. I believe in words, and action, and doing. And what you__e doing is sitting and waiting and that is one hundred percent unacceptable.

The air between us crackles like it always has, like it has its own energy or frequency. One of us is going to bend. One of us is going to break.

Everything fits, especially me with him, and him with me. He is the puzzle piece that slides into place in my heart, filling all the sad and empty spots inside me.

I think I was his lifeline too. We were both adrift in New Your City. We were both surrounded by so many people, but ultimately we were terribly alone. Until we found each other.

I'd never forget how it felt to say those words. To be in our place. In love with you, in love with us, in love with our secret, with the island we were building, keeping out the whole wide world.

Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they__e meant for each other.

You were falling for me, and I was falling for you, and we were falling together into the land of the fallen.

Any girl who says she doesn__ keep a list of best kisses ever is lying. She may not have a pen-and-paper list, but she knows in her head who rocked her world and made her more than weak in the knees.