I’m running from the very person I’m chasing, and this is how I know I’m in love.
Life, it’s made up of two things—time and love. A watch tells one, but what tells the other? We tell each other.
Two become one when two are in love—or when the waitress asks about our dinner bill. I’ll pay next time, I promise.
I’ll be your Dostoevsky, if you’ll be my Tolstoy. Our life together will be so full of despair that death will be like a gulag full of joy.
The size of your sighs tell how deeply you’re in love. How I feel is very much like a stressed and distressed midget trying to breathe.