Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen te lo juro los he visto. Como si se pudiera elegir en el amor como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirs que la eligen porque-la-aman yo creo que es al vesre. A Beatriz no se la elige a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegs la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando sals de un concierto.

You get use to someonestart to like them evenand they leave. In the end everyone leaves.

Ive never been the one. Not for anybody.He closed the distance between them. Youll get used to it. He tipped her face up to his kissed her.Why Why am I the oneBecause my life opened up and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

When I first met you thats what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought Im going to love this person because even the sky looks different.

For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me

Yes I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes

I will be with her again or I will die. There arent any other options

I have so much love for you I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. Youre surrounded by it wherever you go you walk through it breathe it...its in your lungs and under your tongue and between your fingers and toes... His mouth moved passionately over hers urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate demanding soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. Or at least that was how Poppy felt about it.

To love is easy to be in a relationship is extremely difficult.

Remember how it was when we kissed Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth