"Stairs, are they going up or are they going down? They’re so confusing! If love were a physical thing, it would be stairs."
"Stairs, are they going up or are they going down? They’re so confusing! If love were a physical thing, it would be stairs."
"She didn't say it, I only thought she said it. So really it was my thought, my words, and not hers. How could I confuse "I love you"with "May I take your order?"
"Love is like whoa! Actually, it's closer to woe."
"She has a sly smile, and eyes that seem to see my essence as they explore my soul and implore my spirit to enter her. I look at her and I see love."
"You’ll drown in my love story, if I ever write it using a fountain pen."