Love: the impossible combination of being IN the deep end and being OFF the deep end.
You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.
Twitter has the sustained ability to not get all touchy when I forget to “favorite” and thus had me at the first entirely inappropriate tweet flung my way.
Holy crap, my heart was arrogant to believe her spotless track record could stay that way.
I am not being overly harsh. Overtly hostile, yes, but exactly the right amount of harsh.
His billiards lessons regarding double kisses, push strokes, butt caps, creeping angles of incidence, and snatches began to sound like flirting.
I had to free myself from my devotion to him... to us... without losing my ability to believe in love.
My heart had a crush on him from the moment we met, but it was faint, and the rest of me stubbornly refused to play along.