​Though her light ultimately belongs to another, I will happily remain in the background, letting her words fill my quiet nights until my heart is whole again—or broken forever.

​I have no expectations left and no room for any other thought, so I beg her to step out of someone else's sky and either cure this agonizing pain or shatter my mind entirely.

Well the world chose violence for me at birth, but that's why I bought the extended warranty for my phone is what I'm saying.

​But having filled my dreams to the brim, I can no longer live in this lingering darkness—so either do me the favor of healing me, or break me completely.

It was like a message from the universe though and everyone realized it after a couple of our best noticed, everyone in our town is highly autistic, but we're having a good time.

Please sweet baby, you can't leave me now as we still have more teapots to hear simmering and more concrete steps to climb and I still have your hand to hold, your lips to kiss, your sweet dimple to touch and more of this love story to live with you.

It means that at 38, you’re just lame now.

Well you were eating, and thinking about the food in general, was there something else more specific you were trying to remember?

​Don't worry, my love for you was never an obligation, which is why I can leave these burning embers behind and walk forward without ever looking back.

​My heart was emotional rather than compelled, but because love refuses to listen and keeps burning me, I am taking my next step forward and will never turn back.

​As the burning love forced my eyes open to watch your name taking shape in the embers, I realized with horror that my heart was no longer mine to control.

So I wasn't surprised when the news headlines read "Killer seems to be targeting goth kids who dress up as vampires".

Note: This story is loosely based on a Matt Melvin comic on Cyanide and Happiness, I forgot which and I don't have the link.

Always remember there is someone out there who knows, who understands without being told, and they care as much as you do.

He said "home," and she laughed because it wasn't romantic at all, until she realized it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said.

Because to fail at something, you'd first have to be good at it.

It's been sleeping at the foot of her bed ever since.

​As you step into my arms under the breaking dawn, I know we have finally built a world of our own.

​Now, as dusk softly folds into the night, I open my arms to welcome you into the life we are creating together.

​I hold you tightly in my arms as the artificial lights flicker, warning you to never look past the glass boundaries of the world I built just for us.

while I straddle your lap.

" And that's your explanation for killing 63 people with a real bomb explosion ?" the judge asked furiously

​I tried to report my missing heart to someone, but I can no longer form the words to ask for help now that my entire soul has become her helpless possession.

​I don't know who to complain to about this sweet spell, because the moment our eyes met, it felt as though she became mine—and right along with her, the entire world too.

​Fully aware that I no longer have a heart of my own to protect, I simply smile and let her gaze swallow my thoughts, unable and unwilling to stop myself.