“How could I be sleeping with this particular man.... Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.”
“How could I sleep with a man I wasn't sure would attend my funeral?”
“Man does not commit sin in unintentional deed,but he might be the only one that could justify it.”
“And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but difficult to wake up from all the same.”
“Love is a tomato. And while it's true that I can live without a tomato, I could sure go for some ketchup.”
“They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me young love murder, that is what this must be I would give it all to not be sleeping alone”