#luriddaze

"I love you...I, I said that too soon, didn't I?"

"Good morning. I made us breakfast. You know, I love how much we've been coming to the cabin."

"Damn, I'm the luckiest man alive and it's all because of you. I wake up every day so grateful to have you as my girlfriend and I'd want more than anything to take the next step."

"Face it, babe. You like me. You have feelings for me, but you care about what my sister thinks. Guess what? I don't."

"Rory, we both need to realize that I'm not going anywhere. I want your good, bad and everything that falls."

"You don’t make me feel like the pop star everyone sees on stage or in those grainy paparazzi shots. With you…you allow me to just be Val."

"You didn't have to come looking for art with me." Viv said, her hand tightening slightly on Gio’s bicep. They stood before a sprawling gallery wall, but after hours of scouting, the canvases had begun to blur into a repetitive haze of textured brushstrokes and recycled styles. Her green eyes drifted from the latest abstract piece to Gio’s face, searching for a hint of the exhaustion she was feeling. She loved her work, but she knew the grueling reality of being an art curator--the endless searching and the clinical eye--was a far cry from a "fun" date.

"You’re a work of art, Rory. There is no one as incredible and deserving of love as you are." Jasmine whispered shyly, feeling as her cheeks began to turn a shade of crimson.