Excerpts from a book I haven't written.

So gorgeous it hurts.

she was beautiful in the most innocent way possible. even though at times she was stone cold and I felt as if she'd never crack a smile again I knew that somewhere within her, she cared about me. her beauty was like art because she made me feel something. her mind was a disaster but I craved hearing her thoughts not only because I cared about her, but because I wanted to know if I was included in them. every time she came near me i could feel my heartbeat in my ears and somehow all that i planned to say disappeared as soon as she started talking because everything that she said seemed more interesting to me than my own thoughts. her presence reminded me of a warm summer night when you're with your best friends in the car and your favorite song comes on and you're screaming at the top of your lungs while sticking your head out the window and you can feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins and in the moment you are nothing but happy. she gave me hope and although she's the biggest mess I've ever met, i wish she would've been my mess.