"Every poem is about you. Even the ones
about other people, they’re for your eyes
only. Everyone else who reads this is just a stranger
looking through the window at us.
It always comes back to you.
It will always come back to you."
Anonymous: I was at a bonfire with my former best friend and my now boyfriend (and some other guys who were my best friend's friends), it was the weekend after Thanksgiving. We were all standing outside around the fire smoking, talking about tumblr and stuff, it was cold, my now boyfriend kissed me for the first time when no one else was around. He had his arm around me or was holding my hand the entire night. I felt butterflies like I'd never felt before and that's the night we got together.