I’d learned that loving someone, being in love with someone, and being dependent upon someone are three separate things.
Run, sweetheart, run.
He’s the boy who smokes Marlboro cigarettes and I’m the girl who makes theater puppets. Dreams and ashes – two things in the universe that should never meet because they are opposites, right?
We are all Romeos looking for our Juliet, but never finding her.
All people have the ability to be a monster, some choose not to be that way.
Would you frolic in the land of forever with me?