There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

You make it a production. Slam doors. Knock things over. Scream. But I just leave. Even if I'm still standing there, I leave. I am refusing you. I am denying you. I am an adjective that is quickly turning into a noun.

Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.

breathtaking, adj. Those moments when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.

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

And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face. But. It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.