True love is a developed and intense appreciation for someone. It’s that perfect awareness that you are finally whole when she’s with you, and that hollow incompleteness you suffer when she’s gone.

“To laugh continually is to never laugh at all. For it takes the periodic sound …”

“And so the game went on in this manner, a throng of children playing keep-away …”

“Why hasn't someone lassoed a few teenagers and had them sit down and write out …”

“My world burns severe.Pockets of sweltering air attack every inch of me exposed…”