I gave you something special but at the time I didn’t have a serious talk to you about what we were going to be or how this would work. Instead, I just went with the flow.
I was never really good at feelings. I mean, I rarely even have feelings. I’ve been so used to being by myself that I didn’t realize that you were waiting for the same outpour of emotions from me. For that, I’m sorry.
“I see black light.” – Victor Hugo
“I’m bored with it all.” – Winston Churchill, forever a cynic.
Here’s 33 stories of people’s last words that will make you tear up.
I’m sending you this letter because it’s the only way I can tell you everything I want to in a reasonable and coherent way.
You can only catch a yawn from someone that you like. (The same is true for sneezes.)
“That guy’s gotta stop. …He’ll see us.”
The term “black ice” is a misnomer. Nothing about the thin layer of ice that forms on roadways when condensation from automotive exhausts freezes is black in any way. If black ice was actually black it would be less dangerous, because in cloaking the medians and texture of asphalt with a solid sheet of black it would provide drivers with a visual alert as to the imminent hazard awaiting them.