I miss everything about youCan't believe that I still want youAnd after all the things we've been through

Because you thought love was just gonna be there. You weren't taught that it had to be made, it had to be mixed, kneaded, recycled. Over and over, you have to keep creating it. Over and over with everyone you love. Over and over.

I worry if we die and become stars,how will you hold me? and how will I kiss you?

Every woman deserves to be handled like a princess, She just needs to find her prince.

Loving a man shouldn't have to be this rough

I love you, Risa," he says. "Every last part of me.

The thing about loving someone, is that yelling at them only feels good while you're doing it -- as soon as they're gone, all you want to do is take it all back