You called me a natural con artist and asked me what other secrets I was hiding. I didn't answer because I already knew, in some deep, primal way, what furtive truth you were referring to: That I was destined to fall in love with you.
You can only really really hurt the ones that you really really love.
I hate the very human inclination towards insensitivity
I love you. And I want you, too. But. However. Unfortunately...
furious flutter awakened hummingbird heart hello hello love
I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.