Pearl and Hannah are very different. In everything, if I wanted to put it in simple words. It's stupid when I vision them both next to each other doing the same simple actions, but I couldn't resist the temptation.

I ran after Pearl for as long as I remember before she finally let me in her life, but Hannah waited until my name was back on the list to have me act like I'm her boyfriend. Pearl loves art, "How do you feel when you look at this?" She would repeatedly ask me every time we'd save money for an art gallery. Hannah, on the other hand, loves art in other way. "Imagine me painting this," she'd hold her phone out to make me see a picture of a painting. "I'd be so proud of myself." 

Pearl had her theories in her mind, "Love is like breathing. You stop loving, you stop living" was one of her favorite self-thought of quotes. It made me smile every time she'd tell me something new she thought of and Hannah has theories too.

"Love is the power to change," Hannah once told me, looking into my eyes. "When you have someone in love with you, you're the strongest person on Earth."

They're different, so different, and I really can't decide if that's a good thing or not.

"What's your favorite thing about me?" Hannah asked me, cutting me from my thoughts.

"Everything," I smiled at her flushing cheeks. A blushing Hannah became my favorite thing.

"No, really. I want to know."

"Hmm," I stroked my chin, staring at the ceiling. "I love it when you talk in your sleep."

"I do? Oh my God. What do I say?"

"I love you, Hunter. I made you the strongest person on Earth."