When you got into New York, the amount of people you’ve dated to fit in weren’t even meeting your standards. You don’t want to be the owner of their fantasies. Just want to be apart of their family.

It’s with every single person you’ve dated. Until you met Beck. Apparently, her life in New York is similar. College and a shit load of bad ex’s.

It was one night you two laid in bed, looking into each others eyes she spoke in the most gentle tone. “We’ll be the stars in heaven,” Beck whispers.