Part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. He didn’t get it as a whole, so I will keep my peace.

I am not looking for a “perfect” man. Only one who matches me on an emotional, spiritual, sexual, and intellectual level.

The day you were born the angels whispered, “She is going to love him until the day she dies.

Sometimes I dig holes for people to fall in. Then I shout, “I’ve got you!

Love shouldn’t feel like the Hunger Games. There should not be a constant struggle for survival.

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.

Open your heart and we will melt the key.

To better understand our love, I revisited chemical kinetics.

I fared excellent on the zombie apocalypse assessment; however, I did not do so well on the surviving without your love questionnaire.

I find love is more of a bacterium than a virus unless you are comparing it to herpes.