common sense is the enemy of romance

jealously lives with insecurity!

It’s scary telling someone you care about, someone you love who you really are.

For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every two seconds, jittery, with one hand on the doorknob, heart rate up, always in sprinter’s position, ready to run.

only a fool would argue with a fool!

we shed the skins of who we used to be!

I want those young whipper-snappers to know that in days past we actually used to kill trees and make those things called books.