Handling a woman is an art that no one masters.

At first, I was lost in you, but now you're lost on me.

Let me kiss you and take your breath away, we'll worry about resuscitating you later.

Maybe I should love someone mundane and let them bore me to death.

I'd like to believe that my kiss has made you see me in a whole different light.

I think that before and after we kissed are two different timelines.