Let’s keep dating and see who falls out of love first. No one will get hurt.
Always ready to let you go; never prepared to be without you.
What will I do with your sincerity? Run or – could I be happy?
I’m not sure what to make of your considerate, available soul.
I don’t know you but I don’t even like you. You laugh too loud. You smile too wide. You try too hard and you probably love too much and would think too much of how I love too little. Truthfully though, you’re beautiful. But I won’t ever know how you are because that’s how I am.
The best compliment: Of course you have nothing left. You’re building something. (Given to me by friend and illustrator Molly Ha. Watch for our book in June 2017!)
Potential and the flicker of light I once knew behind your dead eyes.
A diagnosis: Single, not available. Oh thank God, she’ll live!
I don’t think I can handle more than the friend zone, so that’s where you’ll stay.
It’s not butterflies. Unwelcome anxiety every time you text.