Ok. You fuck me then snub me. You love me you hate me. You show me a sensitive side then you turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship.
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins and in this way only.
Without you in my arms I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know its an impossibility but I cannot help myself.
Im not sentimental--Im as romantic as you are. The idea you knowis that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they wont.