“Papa loves you with a dying and infernal love," the youngest girl said."Undying," the eldest girl corrected. "And eternal.”
“-Little girl whom do you love more, mama or papa?-Stalin!”
“Damn, I had the best dream,” he yawns, “my fantasy girl professed her undying love for me in between several rounds of mind blowing sex.”
“The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories.”
“What's your name, love?"Love? LOVE! Still dying, here."Bliss.""Is that a line?"I blushed crimson. "No, it's my name.""Lovely name for a lovely girl.”
“Love is love. It doesn't matter if your a girl and a guy, two girls or two guys for love is universal.”