hindsight is gained through experience

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?