She shared my idealism about love, taught me many things, and treated me gently and kindly. She may have been a little hurt or jealous on occasion, but she never created any really violent scenes. She was always willing to talk it over with me — to listen to reason. And when we made up after a minor quarrel, she made me believe in happiness all over again, like the very first time. She was gentle, affectionate — and eternally young.
But I just wanted her in my life. I had fallen in love, even if she was still finding her way.
Only trust someone who can see these three things in you: The sorrow behind your smile, the love behind your anger, and the reason behind your silence.
It’s really cute when boys talk about their fears bc it makes them vulnerable and easier to destroy