Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.
Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?
When all else fails, dream bigger.
The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.
I don't think we'll get caught, but the very possibility is half the fun.
Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.