Some people are sunshine incarnate and that’s why you must tuck a flower behind their ear whenever you can. Flowers need light to thrive and there’s no better source than their pretty, bright heart.

You wear your heart on your sleeve, in your eyes, in your smile. That’s why your whole face lights up when the person it beats for walks in, when they speak, when they cross your mind.

Reject friend with benefits, embrace friends with detriments. Someone who always calls up the same tired friend whenever they have to do something bad, boring or illegal. “Why is it always me? What are we?” “Partners in stupidity, obviously.” Idiots to lovers.

“Just friends” but they’re terminally obsessed with each other

Sometimes one soulmate is not enough, you need a family of them. One to hold onto each corner of your heart, to handle every part.

We’re all made of stars, down to our narrow, our soul, but some shine a little brighter. Some held onto a little more of the sky when they fell. They still remember when they used to burn, and they’re so warm, their eyes so bright, full of celestial light.

Your cheeks bunch up, just so, fighting a smile, forcing your lips flat. It’s a common battle between your face and your heart; one wants to keep its secrets, the other wants to lay it all out.

I’m jealous of the wind that gets to kiss your cheek and the rain that touches your skin. Of the sun that warms you up, of the smile you point its way when you see it high in the sky. The elements get to have you. When will I?

Not really ‘just’ anything. Not just friends or just lovers, not just platonic or just a mutually beneficial meeting of lips in a dark, secret corner. Sometimes hearts get greedy, souls get needy; they want it all.

(Cuteness aggression) three bites and you’d be gone

They told me to go home and I ran to your side. I guess that’s what it means to let your heart guide the way; I could walk it blind.

Pretty cute, pretty kind, pretty cool and pretty, too. You’re every good thing wrapped with a bow.

This, too, is love: knowing I can fall apart in your arms because you’ll hold me up. You’ll wipe my tears and soothe my fears.

Some people have a certain glow to them, a special gleam. It’s the sweetness shining through, the honey glaze of their heart, the sugar coating their tongue.

The perfect place to slow dance until the morning and romance the night away or so I’ve been told

Serotonin levels too low, need to call someone bigger and stronger than me a princess

Forgive me, I get lost in the scenery of your face sometimes. In the plains and ridges of your cheeks, the way your lips curl when a smile unfurls. It’s hard to look away; I don’t want to miss a thing.

Magnets, constantly together, orbiting, circling, always within sight, within touching distance, kissing distance. Is it gravity holding you down or each other?

Come closer. Close enough for our bodies to touch, our hearts to brush. Close enough so there’s nothing between us, not even air.

Let’s play a game — I’ll look your way and you’ll look mine and we’ll avert our eyes as they meet, before they can spill any secrets. Maybe I’ll cheat and keep looking just to see your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.