“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.” —Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via gaws)
Because I look at you and I say to myself “yep that’s the guy, that’s the guy I love.” And it sounds so dumb but it makes my whole body go weak, to where I focus on nothing but you, and I feel all these things that make me have no doubt that I’m meant to be with you. But then I just get torn back into reality.
Kiss me, she said.
Don’t let this moment pass you by.
You missed me, she said.
But I only closed my eyes for a second.
Let’s forget about tonight,
and think tomorrow.
I can only think of one reason why I should go but,
I should go.