This is just your penis having the feels for my vagina. Your penis is making prank calls! and every single time your penis makes a prank call, my vagina answers the phone. And then you hang up. Or your penis claims wrong number or misdial or no hablo Ingles. It's infuriating, and it's called genital call me maybe.

A woman only wants to be conquered after she's done the conquering. Rescued after she's done the rescuing. Then it's a choice she's actively made rather than a debt she needs to repay. I think the grand gesture you need to make is asking her for help.

And also because his arms around me were like chocolate chip cookies for my soul

I didn't tell her, because I didn't think it would help, but all people are lost, to varying degrees. I suspected that it’s only when we love others—through purpose, friendship, romance, or any combination thereof—that we become found.

I thought about that, copper bodies and silver wings. Eventually both would oxidize, but neither would rust. The copper would turn green and the silver black.Absentmindedly, I said “Unless they’re polished, their colors will fade”.“Like a person”“Pardon?” I returned my gaze to her profile.“People need to be polished, stroked, touched,” her tone was abstract, “and when they are not polished, their colors fade. They change, warp, become something different”.

I would want forever with you.

She disliked me. But she worshipped my brother. He didn't see her, not really. Not like I did.

If sorrow as a force is gravity, and mere happiness is inertia, then love and being in love is momentum.

May love, at its essence, is being a mirror for another person- for the good parts and the bad. Perhaps love is simply finding that one person who sees you clearly, cares for you deeply, challenges you and supports you, and subsequently helps you see and be your true self.