I've been fighting to be who I am all my life. What's the point of being who I am, if I can't have the person who was worth all the fighting for?
Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.