La Vie en Rose

Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

I’m a romantic, and we romantics are more sensitive to the way people feel. We love more, and we hurt more. When we’re hurt, we hurt for a long time.

Tell me you love me, and if you don’t then lie.

I feel too much and I fear this will be my downfall.

I’m a temporary being consumed by a lifetime of fantasies.

You compare her to the flowers. I am convinced I’m all thorn.

The door may have closed, but don’t close your heart.

If the only way I can see you is in my dreams, I will sleep my days away…

I did it to myself, I can’t pretend.

Come as you are and I’ll love you like that

Either you have me or not at all. Either you love me or not at all. Either I am all yours or I am nobody’s. I will have no half-measures with you.

She believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for this reason she remained calm as the days flew by.