"She loved him. They all said it was because she loved to easy and fell too hard, but that wasn't it. This wasn't like before. This wasn't like last time. He wasn't just some pretty face she picked out in a crowd, though it would be impossible to deny that he was attractive. With light hair, bleached by the sun, and blue eyes, that absorbed light and reflected it. He was beautiful, but that's not why she loved him. She loved him because he smiled, and he laughed, and he was awake at three in the morning, and he wasn't mad that she had woken him up with a phone call. He didn't care that her question was stupid; he only cared that it was coming from her. He didn't care if the plural form of octopus was Octopi or Octopia, but he cared that she did"
By the one and only Hanna Stone!
