That's when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you -- without you asking.
Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people.
Wow,†said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?†“I have no words,†I said honestly. He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out?
What's up?" I asked. You tell me," he said. "You were the one about ready to start making out with Adrian." It was an experiment," I said. "It was part of my therapy." What the hell kind of therapy are you in?
Adrian was easily distractible by wacky topics and shiny objects.
Why on earth would you buy a car like this if you can't drive a stick? There are dozens of cars--new cars--that have automatic transmission. It'd be a million times easier." Adrian shrugged. "I like the color. It matches my living room.
Mom, how do you know if the guy is the guy?†You mean if he’ll be a good husband?†She pauses, then says “The ticket is for the man to love the woman more than she loves him.†Shouldn’t it be equal?†Mom cackles. “It can never be equal.†But what if the woman loves the man more?†A life of hell awaits her. As women, the deck is stacked against us because time is our enemy. We age, while men season. And trust me, there are plenty of women out there looking for a man, and they don’t mind staking a claim on somebody else’s husband, no matter how old, creaky, and deaf they are.
Takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection." He paused to reconsider that. "Well, except for my parents. They got it on the first try." (Adrian)