Have you ever heard about string theory? Everything is tied together, works together, shrinks, expands, and breathes together. Maybe we're on the same string, baby. We're right beside each other. We're the same thing. His mouth takes mine. He pulls away. My blood, your blood... Another kiss...his voice hot on my cheek. One day I tried to calculate the odds of how we met. The odds of February 14. There are no odds. For us, there are no odds because it isn't chance. - Kellan
~ Ella James
