Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.

The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

the wheel of fate crushes us all

I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.