Dance. Dance like no one is watching because, quite literally, no one is. You are alone. ALL ALONE.
Like a full moon to a werewolf, Valentine’s Day creates absolute monsters out of ordinary people.
Notice how entirely unimpressed she is. But you know she’s just playing the game.
I want love, adventures, and regrets.
You both count the day you met as a critical turning point in your personal histories—when your individual paths merged into one wider, awesomer, more promising trail.
I won’t love you with deception, deceit or deliberation. I won’t ask you to play for my attention or force you to guess at my desires.
I am haunted by you and the haunting is stealing the words from my heart and the clarity from my mind.
To fall half in love with someone, recognize it too late.
The truth about our greatest and most genuine goodbyes is that they are truly more like hellos.
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