I need someone to watch Tommy Wiseau’s The Room with me, so we can be complete.
I love you, too, ma chérie, I love you so much. Can we please go sit outside Subway and judge the mall’s taste in Christmas music again soon, please?
Does anyone remember Naturally, Sadie?
Don’t tell the one you love the same words you told every other girl if she means more to you than that. There are infinite amounts of ways to tell someone that you love them, and with each person comes a clean map without boundaries, without a face. It’s up to you to be a cartographer for every person that you hold close to you. Don’t let my Antarctica dictate how you tell her how she’s your Europe. Reiterated words fade out like the spots on your knees and your elbows and fizz out if you shake them too hard. If you love her, don’t tell her that. Don’t tell two that they are your moon. There’s only room for one to orbit your earth. Tell her something that no one on this planet has ever been told before. Tell her something that you didn’t know until you found her.