It was heartfelt, it was heartbreaking. It was extreme joy, it was bone-crushing grief. It was fiery hot, it was icy-cold. It was true love sprouting... it was true love dying. It's like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why.
Girls are always saying things like, βIβm so unhappy that Iβm going to overdose on aspirin,β but theyβd be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.