Hot flush, raging bluch. Ice flash, instant crash.
Is it wrong to leave relative security in favor of unknown risk at the side of someone you love?
When i’m with you my blood flows smoothly through.
I get so nervous when im around you i start to studder.
I love you so much when i see you i get butterflies.
My priest tells me i should not date a mormon but im just too in love with you that i’m willing to take risks.
Real love finds you once, if you’re lucky.
Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.
Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he’s in.
Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she’s okay. Is that too much to ask?
Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt. The kind that jolts your heart, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings.
You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.
My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.
Puzzle pieces don’t always connect do they?
Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.
This is unstoppable, no holds barred. This is beautiful. Crazy. A beginning. Betrayal. Addictive. Aggressive. Alive. This is something to be afraid of.
Certain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.
Why doesn’t love come with an owner’s manual?
Your hurt swallows ine, like space swallows time, and the two intertwine. We tangle together.
Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are.