I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.

I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.