romance

At least make our love a sound that creates music. / That creates a feeling, a feeling similar to mine. / With that music, that sound, that feeling, please read me. 

this is the fire that poets speak about / that romantics write about, singers sing about, artists paint about, bohemians explore / the fire, the burn that I feel for you.

Let me see what you feel. / Let me feel what you see. / Let me touch who you are. / Let me hear your thoughts.

While we love it, we also love to hate it. There exists, for some nebulous reason, a sense of disdain when it comes to depictions of love in the art we consume.

Halloween! A wonderful holiday where cavities are forgotten, gorging yourself on candy is expected and nothing is as it seems. Here are the five couples you have a 99% chance of encountering this Halloween. 

We’ll look for Polaris, kiss, and sway in the grass. We’ll hope on a comet, I’ll tell you about my wish, and you’ll get embarrassed, red as Mars. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot them. Hands clasped together, gazing intently into each other's eyes. It’s a campus couple.

The future is written in that bowl, sugar-cream topographies of the soul. 

I brush fingers with a dream so close to reality, but it slips away without fail every time, and the people I trust with my heart eat me alive.

Even though those few weeks were full of leaky ceilings, broken elevators and sleepovers with a dozen strangers, all I felt was romance.