I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.
No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.
Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.
He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
Write. Write until it stops hurting.