Four: There is nothing rational about love. Your love stutters when it gets nervous. Your love trips over its own shoelaces. Love is clumsy and my heart refuses to wear a helmet.
Five: Cupid is fucking irresponsible. And I’m tired of him using me for target practice.
Six: I was told that time would heal all wounds, but what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?