Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.
I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.
He can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.
I'll never stop wanting to kiss you," he whispered.
What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?
Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.