I don’t kiss and tell, but maybe just maybe my lips are still elated that they had the attention of yours.
That they bubble over with the feelings of ecstasy that came from the kiss that may or may not have been betwixt our lips.
In the moment in the moonlight, and in the sun.
Sober or drunk, it’s always you.
"There goes my Heart" (Anonymous)
I remember when my heart broke.
I remember when I gave up loving you.
My heart couldn’t take no more of you.
I was sad and lonely.
I remember when I walked out.
I remember when I screamed I hated you.
But somehow deep inside still loving you.
Sad and lonely.
This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don’t want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.
Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)