A real girl isn't perfect and a perfect girl isn't real.

Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.

I don't think you can define love.

Nothing bets long, romantic, sunset walks and sharing an ice cream cone.

It's delicious,’ he announces, chewing my sandwich. 'I would like to stay here forever and die with you in my arms.'
'I don't know. I think it's too cold for forever,' I say, smiling.

I'm an 18-year-old boy, and I'm having fun. I'm just not having as much fun as people make out.