- “You eat kitkats like a monster, honestly I don’t think I can love you anymore.” “At least I know how to cough into my elbow like a civilized being.”
- “Do you ever realize that we act like an old married couple sometimes?” “We are an old married couple…”
- “Do you know how to cook anything besides ramen?” “Totally.” “What?” “Um… microwave popcorn.”
- “You are so weak when it comes to spicy food.” “No I’m not.” “Name 1 spice you enjoy.” “Pepper counts, right?”
- “I would do anything to prove my love for you.” “Drink that entire bottle of hot sauce then.” “I don’t love you that much.”
- “Dude, you cry over everything.” “No I don’t.” “You cried when a fly you called your ‘friend’ flew out of the window, you left open.” “Listen, I just felt really close to Fred.” “IT WAS A FLY.”
- “Why do we have a dog? We didn’t have a dog before I left.” “Yeah, well, get with the times. Things change. Ugh, you’re just another old guy who doesn’t wanna accept that the world is changing.” “1, You’re older than me. 2, You still haven’t told me why we now have a dog.”
- “Hey, do you love me a lot?“ “Of course!” “Enough to give me your garlic bread?” “F**k no.”
“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”
“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”
“Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”
“Shut up and kiss me already.”
“You’re the most important person in my life.”
“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”
“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”
“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“I need you more than you need me.”
“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.”
“The truth is… I love you.”
“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”
“Be mine. Please.”
“I am who I am because of you.”
“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”
“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”
“Ah- I adore your laugh.”
“Stop that, it tickles!”
“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”
“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”
“You’re so intoxicating to me.”
“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”
“You’re just so wonderful.”
“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”
“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”
“You, Me, Order In, Netflix… waddya say?”
“I want to be more than just friends with you.”
“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”
“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”
“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”
“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”
“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”
“Wow - you look… amazing.”
“*Puts hands over eyes from behind* Guess whooo?”
“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”
“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”
“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”
“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”
“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”
“It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”
“Is it alright if I call you princess?”
“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”
“I think your perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”
“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”
“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”
“Tell me. What is love like?” she whispers to him under the stars. He stares off before the words fell from his lips like embers. “Love. It’s like fire. It’s so beautiful to look at. It is wonderful to make and have… but if you aren’t careful it, then it will burn you. It will engulf your soul and leave nothing but dark ashes behind. Love is both a warm fire on a cold night and a terrifying wildfire when exploring. Beautiful from afar, but a horror when too close. I guess, simply put, love is something that with just enough distance could keep you warm and alive through the darkest winters in your life.” His voice drifted off into the darkness and she knew he hadn’t kept enough distance before. His dark eyes were ashes of a burning love. He had been burnt.
Excerpts from a book I’ll never write #55 (via perfectyoungloveblog)
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Cristian Sanchez