I never understood how men could remember all those details about sports but yet were incapable of remembering where they set their car keys or wallet.

I believe that love--not imitation--is the sincerest form of flattery. Your imitator thinks that you can be duplicated your lover knows you cant.

I love you I whisper. I love you exactly as you are.

I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocentlybut all parts of the body must be ready for the other all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.

To return to love to get the love we always wanted but never had to have the love we want but are not prepared to give we seek romantic relationships. We believe these relationships more than any other will rescue and redeem us. True love does have the power to redeem but only if we are ready for redemption. Love saves us only if we want to be saved.

She had two lips like strawberries and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

And I got out of there without punching anyone kicking anyone or breaking down in tears. Some days the small victories are all you achieve.

I once loved a girl who almost loved me but not as much as she loved John Cusack.

I crave your mouth your voice your hair.Silent and starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me dawn disrupts me all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isnt the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good bad thick thin joy suffering. Thats the hard thing.