Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I'm not liable for my actions. So screw it, I'll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.

I love you so much when i see you i get butterflies