She loved me because I walked a tightrope. Always quaking on tipping tiptoes, ignoring the crowd below until she climbed up. I said get me down from here. Silver
Some people love with hatred in their hearts. When we associate passion with fire, we forget that all flames burn. Pull your fingertips away quickly, but they’re already singed.
“Why are there always so many spelling mistakes in those long quotes about love?” she asks, her nose scrunching up. “I guess it’s hard to type when you’re in
