“Would you be my girl?”

It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… Without passion, we’d be truly dead.

When others try to join in on what’s clearly quality time with your best friend 

“148 today. except today doesn’t count, does it?”
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“every night I saved you”
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“I can be alone with you here”
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“why are you always around when I’m miserable?”