When we went out on our first date, he asked me what it meant to live. I took three minutes and 28 seconds to tell him that it meant to hold something precious enough to never want to let it go.
I can’t love her, nor can I stop loving her. Complicated, isn’t it?
Voice your opinions. If you won’t let people know what you think or feel, they will never know.
He tells me that she has the most beautiful smile. When she smiles, he tells me that he feels everything is setting in its place. I look at him and smile, hoping that he’d feel better looking at me too.