Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever. We made love just looking at them.

Crushes are fun. Or at least they’re supposed to be fun as long as you keep them that way. As long as you don’t get emotionally invested or fixated or keep imagining your reality to be what it is not – crushes are fun. But if you expect too much or feel too easily, you might end up with self-inflicted heart ache which just leaves you feeling empty-handed or just plain empty. And all of this for someone who never even promised you anything from the start.

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

I find that most people worth knowing are fucked up in some way or another.