I never get tired of anyone. Why do people get tired of me.
I know you’ll never like me, but your smile the last time you saw me replays in my head over and over anyway.
There’s quite a big difference, actually.
I always found a difference because normally, when you drape your arm over a friend’s shoulder, your hand is limp. When Louis drapes his arm around Harry’s shoulder, his hand is fully on Harry’s shoulder. It’s a tiny difference, but it’s pretty big.
Am I the only one who doesn’t feel bad on Valentine’s Day?
I have people to love. I have people who love me. Yeah, I don’t have a significant other. But does that really matter? I’m actually really happy this Valentine’s Day.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all my followers, and my friends. Because we all love each other. And that’s what the holiday is really about: Love.
"I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home. Only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car, and I knew. It was like, magic."
Tom Hanks in Sleepless in Seattle
I come home on the Hudson line.
Every day, I see a man with flowers. Not the same man. Different men with different bouquets of flowers everyday. I try to make up my story about what the flowers mean. How long he’s been together with his wife (or husband, but usually wife in my neck of the woods). If they fought, or it’s their anniversary. Or it’s because they just felt like it. Whatever the reason, I really hope my husband does that for me one day.
Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka