I could point out that it isn't always easy knowing who you are and what you want, because then you have no excuse for not trying to get it.

Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.

A guy can do far far worse than surrounding himself with people who restore his faith in humanity.

I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

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

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure indigo cerulean cobalt periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.