Your kisses are mine.
I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.
People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.
I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.
Confucius say, man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day
I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.