I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

I'm swimming in your cadences that you permeate my very language.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

Love and I once had a great relationship, but I fear we've broken up. It cheated on me, wrecked my heart, and then went on to date other people. A lot of other people. And I can't stand to watch it, since love's going to cheat on them too.

I would always wait to take you home.