I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you.

~Amy Lowell

You are ice and fire. The touch of you burns my hands like snow.

~Amy Lowell

My mind tells me to give up on you but my heart won't let me.

I wish you'd grow a pair and just ask me out instead of playing these games with me. If it's a game, that means there is a loser and I was never good at winning.

I can never be just your friend again.

A huge part of me worries that you just see me as a friend and that I'm reading these signals all wrong. Perhaps that's why I don't tell you, because if I was just a friend I would be devastated.

So what if you didn't catch me? At least I found the guts to leap.

I wish I could find the courage to say to him all the things I wish he'd say to me.

They both stay up all night, staring at their phones. Wishing the other would call them cause they are too afraid to make the first move.

Even romance novels have lost their flavor.