For to know a man’s library is, in some measure, to know his mind.
We’d met at a carefree time, a moment full of promise, in its place now were the harsh lessons of the real world.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
You did not love me,
You just loved the fact that I was here for you.
You loved the attention I gave you,
You loved the fact that I would drop anything for you.
You did not love me, but god,
I loved you.
Love — bittersweet, irrepressible —
loosens my limbs and I tremble.
I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made.