I embraced it. Actually, I tackle-hugged it.
People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it.
You are not by any manner of means the sort of woman I am in search of as a wife, and I am in a totally different universe from the husband you hope to find. But I feel a powerful urge to kiss you, for all that.
I am still not used to being the possessor of such a grand title. I believe I shall have to start wearing a purple satin turban and carrying a lorgnette.
I thought you were the loveliest, most enchanting creature God ever created.
Slowly, but very deliberately, the brooding edifice of seduction, creaking and incongruous, came into being, a vast Heath Robinson mechanism, dually controlled by them and lumbering gloomily down vistas of triteness. With a sort of heavy-fisted dexterity the mutually adapted emotions of each of them became synchronised, until the unavoidable anti-climax was at hand. Later they dined at a restaurant quite near the flat.
Then I’ll have more fun searching in vain then marrying one of the wrong sort.
All I knew was that I couldn’t have him right now. It was impossible. Could I have him in a year? Two years? Five years? Ten years? I didn’t know. All I knew was that although the universe was pushing us together, it was also pushing us apart.
Even before we met and long after we’re both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I’m forever and ever in love with you.
I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.
Imagine that we’re new and you’re trying to impress me, because at the rate you’re going, soon that will become someone else’s right.
Always wanted a girl with a heart-shaped ass. Most of my exes have ass-shaped hearts.
We held each other so close that we might indeed have been one body.
He grins again, and everything inside me moves. Oh, love. Love.
All around us are complex people trying to live simple lives,” she said. “Wanting simple things with tangled hearts.
I’ve always had a thing for men with large hadron colliders.
Summer is a gentleman: slowly warming the earth at length before undressing her in the fall.
Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen.
How can the most cruel and despicable create something as breathtaking beautiful as this?
I imagined a time when being gay is as unquestioned and un-judged as is having blue eyes. Some might call it fantasy or science fiction. I’d like to think it’s the future.