Can We Just Talk For A Second About How Warner And Julliete (I Refuse To Call Her Ella) Being In Love

Can we just talk for a second about how Warner and Julliete (I refuse to call her Ella) being in love since forever makes Shatter Me even more heart breaking? Like Warner, this ruthless young dictator, suddenly has this seemingly unfound intense attraction to a lethal girl and he can't even fight it because every freaking molecule in his body his telling him he loves her. And he doesn't know what's happening and he dosent understand how he could be so "weak". And no matter how much he tries to protect her from his father he can't because his father knows from years of observing them, that no matter what, Aaron will be in love with her. And Julliete, unconsciously feeling the same way. But imagine all the trauma she had to go through to get that rooted soul mate bond instinct out of her. Then feeling like crap and overcome with a kind of guilt when she finally falls in love with the guy and everyone gives her crap for it and even she can't understand 100% why she did.

"You think Aaron fell in love with your friend of several months, a rebel girl named Juliette. You don’t know. You don’t know. You don’t know that Aaron has been in love with Ella for the better part of his entire life"

" The reason he had to keep wiping their memories was because it didn’t matter how many times he reset the story or remade the introductions— Aaron always fell in love with her. Every time"

Superstition

Noun // so͞opərˈstiSH(ə)n// a widely held but unjustified belief in supernatural causation leading to certain consequences of an action or event, or a practice based on such a belief

I carry an odd sense of superstition. That is to say, I do not believe open umbrellas inside or shattered hand mirrors will bring me bad luck. Soulmates and miracles are nothing more to me than fairy tale endings but I do carry an odd sense of superstition. 

That is to say that I believe magic eight balls hold fate’s voice, and that fate is the universe’s cruel sense of humour. My superstition entails wishing on stars and birthday candle flames. Wishing on fallen eyelashes and blowing them into the wind hoping an angel which catch them and hear my prayer.  I carry an odd sense of superstition, which is to say I believe in love and all other impossible things.  

And when I ask you to leave me be. Let me go. You say you cannot do that. What you do not realize is that you already have.

The Heartbreak Theory & The Loss Complex 

Person A: So are we talking cute weird or creepy weird?

Person B: She straddles the line

Person A:

Person B: It's very attractive

Preformed at my city's first slam and came in second place...and met the mayor...and got a gift card to a book store...like-- could it get any better?

"If you smile at everyone," she said, "how am I supposed to feel when you smile at me?"

"How do you feel?" he asked.

The he did smile at her, just a little.

Not like myself, she thought.

"Like an idiot," she said softly, "and like I never want it to stop."

Fangirl ~ Rainbow Rowell