“Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.”

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Almost a year of us not speaking and still, I talk to you every day.

I’ve run out of ways to tell you I hurt.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

I don’t look for trouble. I just get lucky.

I wonder what you do with the memories of me.

How terrifying to have my head in agreement with my heart.

Careful your fantasies are showing.

Will you always love me even if you can’t?

When they ask you if love is real, I hope I’ve helped you answer yes.

If nothing else we have memory.

Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.

I had my first real kiss at Magic Mountain on a park bench. Not the most romantic thing ever.

It’s the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn’t you say?

I took the bobblehead of him off his refrigerator and kissed it.

Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.

Four sweet lips, two pure souls, and one undying affection, – these are love’s pretty ingredients for a kiss.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

He loves me. He loves me not. Perhaps I’m one that fate forgot. Perhaps I wasn’t made for this, to lose myself in love’s first kiss.