i wouldn't be totally opposed to skipping this whole awkward what-do-we-do-now part and getting straight to the part where i lean against you without even thinking about it.

i think facebook knows i'm in love with you.

i think you should know, i would choose you every time.

i wish this were a movie and we saw each other across a room and fell in love and you killed dragons for me and i fought off evil stepmoms for you. i wish i was a disney princess with no doubt about my feelings and you were a disney prince and that this would all end with us kissing in front of a sunset to an oscar winning soundtrack.

but lifes not animated, and we dont have a soundtrack, and nothings finished after an hour and a half.

why does life always color outside the lines?

3D isnt all its cracked up to be, I'd take a VCR life with you any day.

Being tall must be pretty cool - you can easily grab things off of high shelves at the grocery store and you can probably play basketball pretty well. However, it's going to make my attempt to kiss you so much harder.

— Short girl

You wrote that you were lonely.

I said me too...

- from behind my computer screen

i'll tell you what the end of the world will be like.

it will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. absolute chaos. people running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes. all of them trying to tell someone else,

"i love you."

it's not the end of the world yet, but don't wait until then to tell them. the worst thing isn't the end of the world. it's what you didn't finish - what you didn't say when you had the chance.

The way you dance in the middle of the hallways, the way you walk into doors, the way drop almost everything you touch, the way you blush all the time, the way you drum on the computer when you hear one of those old rock songs, the way you always say the weirdest things, the way you still think star wars is a cool thing, the way you know everything but still remain so clueless, the way you let your hair fall in your beautiful face, the way you burst into a song in the middle of a class, the way you see life as nothing but a beautiful thing.

These things up there, are just a small amount of all the things I love about you.

SHE KISSED ME.

boy,

you make my cheeks turn to roses every time you look at me. i like it.

— boy