My type... I realised my type is me, but better. Which I think is okay. I just need to find somebody who wants himself, but much, much worse.
I've always been big on happy endings. To me, the most romantic, beautiful love stories... were the ones where two people meet, fall in love... ...then 50, 60 years later one of them dies. A few days after, the other one dies... because they just can't live without each other. Not that that's such a happy ending. You got two dead people.
When people have so much for outsiders didn’t it indicate a lack of inner intensity?
Have you met the perfect couple? <...> No? They stand atop a layer of butter-cream frosting. Well, for starters, they don't have to look at each other.