Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can.
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t laugh if you trip.
"for external use only" is just a fancy way of saying "don’t put this in your anus"
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds–but I think of you always in those intervals.