I want to tell you that I love you more than my endless list of things I love, like myself, my music, my poems, my favorite food, my best friends, my sport, my favourite movies, my books, my home, my oddities, my passions, my whisky, and above all my me time. I don't know why and when our US time has become more important than my me time. And there can't be anything better if you love me back in similar measures. That would be the greatest blessing of all I have so far.
Price of great love is great misery.
Whenever the sex drive is up, there is almost always something on #tumblr that can surely bring it down. Cheers to this community who celebrate innate human predispositions.
If only we loved "talking to" people as much we love "talking about" them.
Death ends a life, not a relationship. All the lives you have touched, all the memories you have created is still there.
Can we still be each other's if your being yourself and my being myself are at odds with each other??