life, sappy


Chocolate-covered strawberries.



I love you.

Marry me.

Boomboxes blaring “In Your Eyes.”

Or losing that loving feeling.

Here’s looking at you, kid.

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

Mr. Darcy.





Promises you don’t intend to keep.

Or promises you do.

Clichés get a bad wrap. Don’t use them. You don’t want to be one. You want to be original. Unique. Special.

But sometimes I wonder, what’s so wrong with wanting the cliché? Even if it’s only for a moment. Even if it’s for longer than a moment.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

(P.S. Of course, I do love Octavio Paz’s “No More Clichés.” I’m just a walking contradiction.)


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