Tipsy&Twitchy

““I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.””

““I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.””

“I wanted to kiss him and tell him all of my secrets. I wanted to say I’d been waiting for this feeling for a long time. I wanted him to love me.”

“I write about you,“ she said, "because when my words touch the paper I can pretend that you love me, and I can live in a parallel universe where things are different.”

“He wasn’t mine and I wasn’t his but he was so good at making me feel like we belonged to each other.”

“He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted. And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes. “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully. And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders. “Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.””