We’re having a sleepover. We’re going to do this all night, and I’m going to cuddle you like a motherfucker after finishing sexing every last orgasm out of you.

There are no refunds and no exchanges with love. It comes with flaws and imperfections. It’s raw, unfiltered, and sometimes it isn’t easy. But I’ve found the best things in this life are the ones I’ve had to work hardest for.

I couldn't even recognize love until it punched me in the face.

I waited my entire adult life for you to come along and make sense of my world. I'm prepared to wait as long as I need to for you to accept that