And even as I'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.

They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

I'm thinking the reason I've been so quiet all those years is only because Brian wasn't around yet for me to tell everything to.

She glitters like she walked out of a Klimt painting

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?