Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it, it went over you and you came out flat.

“How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love coul…”

“Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character.…”

“A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.”

“After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Beca…”