Well What's In Your Amazonian Hope Chest?

There. I've Said Everything I Wanted To Say Without Actually Having To Use The Words "please Stay

There’s No Such Thing As Ready,” She Says. “there’s Only Willing.

[s]he Leans Into This Guy And Rocks Her Head Like I’m Making This Music For Her, When If I Could, I Would Take It All Away And Give Her As Much Silence As She’s Given Me Pain.

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.

You Should Never Wish For Wishful Thinking.