"All I can say is that you make me...you make me into someone I couldn't even imagine. You make me happy, even when you're awful. I would rather be with you- even the you that you seem to think is diminished- than with anyone else in the world."
I read the words written by Jojo Moyes from the book I loved so much, as Alex continued to straighten my hair.
I was never good with a flat or curling iron, so Alex helped me when I wanted him to. He developed the skill of cosmetics a few years ago when he would drag me out of bed and forcefully help me get ready for school when I refused to go.
"Why do you choose to read that book so many times? And you watch the movie like everyday" Alex groaned as he dropped the hair over my shoulders.
I rolled my eyes at his comment and threw the book on my
