Maybe I'm just a young girl lost in love.
But if I am perhaps lost in the ocean of heartache and love,
I really don't want to be rescued.

There is something to the way he talks to me.
Something in the way he calls me beautiful.

Our love could cure cancer.
Stop hate.
And bring peace.

He looks at me like my eyes have a key.
Like I'm the one responsible to take care of his heart.
To unlock, and take the journey of love with him.

And as John Green says,
"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world,
but you do have some say in who hurts you.
I like my choices."