She asked me:" Why do we love?" I thought a million thoughts Amongst a sea of ravenous slippery thoughts I grabbed one and replied:" Because we fear being alone. We know it will seem to be more than anything else but in that moment, in that second when your lips touch his you will be willing to go through it all ten times again just so that you could relive that imperfectly perfect moment again. "
they say infatuation makes you lose sense. *infatuation passes Zoë
A very very old rant I found on a piece of paper. I think it's better than a lot of my current stuff.