Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.

what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

solder. this is meand you together

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

You will be my souvenir in American summer,when all I can think about are Parisian springs.