I Believe in a Thing Called Love

You can always control how hard you fight.

I believed, and still believe, that you can build your dreams brick by brick. That you can accomplish anything with persistence.

Everyone’s weird, though. If you’re not even a little weird, you are truly weird. In that bad way. Not in the good way.

Real love: It was all about risk and having faith. There were no guarantees.

That's sexist crap. When a guy goes through obstacles to get a girl, it's considered 'romantic.' Think climbing through a girl's window unannounced to watch her sleep. However, when it's a girl making dramatic gestures for a guy, it's creepy. Double-standard bullshit!

Good thing there was nothing that motivated me more than hearing that I couldn’t do something

You cannot control who you love, Desi, but you can always control how hard you fight, okay?

... Don’t you know that if it’s true love, even bad beginnings end happy?

But the more I stared at the list with all its ridiculous rules and steps, the more I began to register why I loved those dramas. Not because they were helpful, or because they were a useful tool for my own purposes. It was because they were unapologetic love stories.

I kissed him with the entirety of my remorse and the promise to be better.

These were the girls who had boyfriends. Not girls with keratosis on their upper arms, or morning breath, or who spent an inordinate number of evenings watching K dramas with their dads, or … girls who at the age of seventeen still hadn’t had boyfriends.

—Estoy aquí porque… me gustas, y eso es parte de mi ser ahora, algo que no puedo controlar. Pero elijo hacerlo aun sabiendo que puedes rechazarme, que me puedes romper el corazón otra vez. Es algo que yo…, yo no puedo controlar. Y no voy a rendirme. Voluntariamente.