words are just air that flies into the wind, noticed once and never remembered again. So if you want to keep me, do not blow your loving air into my ear, instead use motions that cut through the wind, and prove that they are puzzle pieces that fit into one another. Eminem - Space Bound
I love how sweet the first bite of new love tastes, the fresh breath of air you take after. The way it becomes addictive, something you can't see yourself living without. But it seems that over time, it becomes sour, and after each bite the sweetness just starts to fade into a bitter aftertaste that I can no longer stomach. It's become rotten and now has to be forgotten, tossed away just as anything that has spoiled over time.