Love As A Verb. Love As A

I Do Not Expect To Get What I Want, So I Don't. And I Don't Even Try.

I Have Always Been Drawn To Coming-of-age Stories And Books And Movies Featuring Compelling Young Characters.

One Way Isn't Better Than The Other; They're Just Different.

Then He Continues His Rant,saying, "and Even If I Didn't Know Them, I Know Their Type." "and What Type Is That?" She Asks,leaning Foward In Her Chair,yearning For Confirmation That He Gets It,that They Are Like-minded In Their Observations Of Others And The Circumspect Way They View The World. "oh,let's See," He Says,rubbing His Jaw. "superficial.artificial.sheep. They're More Worried About How They Come Across To Others Than Who They Really Are.they Exhaust Themselves In Their Pursuit Of Things That Don't Really Matter.

You'd Do Anything To Get A Soul Mate Back, Right?… I Mean, That's The Nature Of Soul Mates.