Just saying.

I like enchanted princes.
I’m not afraid of admiting i’m an hopeless romantic, because I am.
I don’t appreciate guys who play it rough, who play love the hard way. Yes, real love is tough, hardcore, it makes you sweat blood and tears. But the kind, caring, loyal side of love is much more appreciated, I guess.
Wild sex may be the greatest adventure but when you’re down, when the only thing you need is a bit of affection, just laying on the bed side by side, then you ask yourself: where’s the love?

Love isn’t 99,9% sex. Or you don’t know what the fuck is love, then.