I unwrapped my love for her like one might unwrap leftovers. Gotta eat up the old stuff first, as a cannibal might say in a retirement home.


I love full on, like 65 mph in a handicapped parking spot.


Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.


Love is bread and water to the soul. My relationships are quite soggy.


She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.

We made love like a half a minute. I brought the thirty seconds, and she provided the excuse as to why she didn’t have enough time to have sex with me.