What are you looking at?” she asks. What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes.
Let’s just make it through tonight, worry about the rest later.
It's cool to fall in love and grow old with someone.
I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.
If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.
My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe.