How many shades of lipstick do you own? What are they?
I have… two! No joke, I bought my first shade when my new college roommate insisted that every woman have “her” red. So I found mine. But, I have a bright red, and a mauve-pink (named berry sorbet). My first kiss with my boy was in red.
I think one of the reasons I fell for you so hard is that you don’t have a Facebook page.
No, this isn’t to say that I admire your lack of obsession over an online social networking site. It’s that I have been given the joys, nerves, and exciting moments of pursuing a relationship via phone calls and meeting in person. Communication using mouths instead of keyboards.
How precious this is. It’s substantial, not technological. It’s something not many people enjoy anymore.
Plus, your voice is sexy, and your laugh just breaks my heart.
“I must learn to love the fool in me—the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.”—Theodore I. Rubin, MD (via neurospathos)