The truth is, you won’t find another one like him. You can spend your whole life looking and you might even get close. Maybe you’ll find another blue eyed, hazel hearted boy who laughs into your collarbone, but it’ll never feel the same.

His hands will never fit in the same way, his fingers will never curl right. He’ll be too loose, too tight, too perfectly placed. He won’t be good enough and deep down you know it’s not fair to expect more.

What you’ll find, though, is something different, something new. If you let yourself you might fall in love with chestnut eyes that look like the night. Let him wrap his arms around your waist instead of your shoulders; let him in.

The truth is you never end up finding what you’re looking for, so stop looking for him. Stop missing out on all of the strangers you could be falling in love with because you’re too busy searching for a ghost.