Last night he caught her with another man. This morning he’s watering a new garden.
They produced love in a lab.
Like most unstable elements, it only existed for the barest of moments.
He gave her 12 roses 11 real and 1 fake he said. “I’ll love you until the last rose dies.”
Love me and then fuck me.
Or the other way around, I don’t mind.
She loved me once, but now she’s marrying someone else. No matter – people are filing into the church, and my revenge shall be sweet.
I know you are in love with me because of my heart, mind and soul.
I know … hope … that my millions mean … nothing?
I read: “single mum loves to dance and keep fit doing so (i am a size 8 ) whose happy with her body and the skin I’m in and love my motor sport needs to love a guy who loves to dance and has a natural high energy level and is single, honurst, kind, passionate, careing, romantic, and has a high sex drive.” Cheryl, I said, “you’ve mis-spelled ‘honest’”.
So what if I equate love with sex?
You equate love with fucking birthday presents.
There is a severe punishment for loving someone in this world.
It will come … no matter what you think.
Darling I love everything about you from the top of your precious head to the tip of your perfect toes.
I especially love that muscle clench thing you do with your ass, too.
At the end, we were in love with other people.
She, with me of the past, me, with she of the past.
She looked stunning in her white wedding dress, the flowing train shimmering under the morning sunlight.
If only he had treasured that five years ago.
Did you know you were my love?
Please stay, for me, please.
Unsure of what to do and what to say, the best she could say was “Let’s just avoid the day altogether!”. Meanwhile, her heart pounding in her chest, eyes cast downward trying to force a smile; he agreed, and neglected to notice the shoulders cast lower.
I will never love you more than my girlfriend when I was little.
I will never love you more than now.
You, and none other.
The endless and only truth.
I built a love shack.
Then I found out some group has written a song about it, like, years ago!
Even my sales copy is a message of love for my future wife.
Why do you think I hate people messing with it?
I’m hoping I’ll recover soon from breaking up with you.
It’s been a long time and I sick of being so lovesick.
Without wealth my darling, little American girl quietly died
my private option