"Loretta, I love you.
Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, love don't make things nice...it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us!
We are here to ruin ourselves, to break ourselves, and to love the wrong people and to die...
Now, I want you to come upstairs with me and get into my bed."
~R. Commareri...from Moonstruck
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