“anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.”

“And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.”

“She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.”

“Dispel, v. It was the way you said, “I have something to tell you.” I could feel the magic drain from the room.”

“So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.”

“doodle, v.: I have more fun when it's freedom”

“rolf! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there for a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.”