The Universe Doesn't Decide What's Right Or

I'm Thinking I Would Like To Dance In The Rain With This Person. I Would Like To Lie Next To Him In The Dark And Watch Him Breathe And Watch Him Sleep And Wonder What He's Dreaming About And Not Get An Inferiority Complex If The Dreams Aren't About Me.

We Believe In The Wrong Things. That's What Frustrates Me The Most. Not The Lack Of Belief, But The Belief In The Wrong Things. You Want Meaning? Well, The Meanings Are Out There. We're Just So Damn Good At Reading Them Wrong.

It's The Great Male Fantasy-all It Takes Is One Dance To Know That She's The One. All It Takes Is The Sound Of Her Song From The Tower, Or A Look At Her Sleeping Face. And Right Away You Know-this Is The Girl In Your Head, Sleeping Or Dancing Or Singing In Front Of You. Yes, Girls Want Princes, But Boys Want Their Princesses Just As Much.

Perhaps It's Not That I'm Frigid-- It's That Once I Decide I Like A Guy, I Turn Into A Raging Idiot, Unfit For Public Appearances.

That's Because You're Interpreting It The Wrong Way. I Didn't Mean It As A Wistful, Overdramatic Declaration. I Mean That The Love I Felt For Him Was Huge And Real, And, While Painful, It Forever Changed Me As A Person, In The Same Way That Being Your Brother Reflects And Changes How I Evolve, And Vice Versa. The Important People In Our Lives Leave Imprints. They May Stay Or Go In The Physical Realm, But They Are Always There In Your Heart, Because They Helped Form Your Heart. There's No Getting Over That.