Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler just trying to be loved.

A man is only as good as what he loves.

Dante laughed. No cold soup no goat cheese. Ill make a mental note. And no Gottfried Curse.And for you its no food at all. No sleep. And no tunnels.Im low maintenance.Is that what you are Because Ive been trying to figure it out all semester.And what have you concludedA mutant. A rare disease. A creature from the inferno. Dante.And what if you found out you were right he asked. What if it meant that I could hurt youI would say that Im not scared. Everyone has the ability to hurt. Its the choice that matters.

Such a little thing really a kiss... most people dont give it a moments consideration. They kiss on meeting they kiss on parting that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.

Love whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber must always create sunshine filling the heart so full of radiance that it overflows upon the outward world.

We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking we are the pulsing we are underneath every part of this moment. And by making the moment our own we are rendering it timeless. There is no audience. There are no instruments. There are only bodies and thoughts and murmurs and looks. Its the concert rush to end all concert rushes because this is what matters. When the heart races this is what its racing towards.

I dont want to make love last I want to make love second to last. The last thing well do is cuddle.

Do you know how many ways love can hit you So it makes you happy or miserable It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you its hit me when it comes to you

The Universe is very very big.It also loves a paradox. For example it has some extremely strict rules.Rule number one Nothing lasts forever.Not you or your family or your house or your planet or the sun. It is an absolute rule. Therefore when someone says that their love will never die it means that their love is not real for everything that is real dies. Rule number two Everything lasts forever.

And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you I really do. Can we still be friends