In the darkness, the light from the screen gently contoured his face - the dip before the nose bridge, the curve of his lips. It was the kind of sight that made her heart skip the tiniest of beats. His smile looked even more mesmerizing in profile.

In the darkness, suppression melted away and validation surfaced. The two huddled over a phone screen, the excitement tingling across her skin. It was inevitable; they needed to whisper, they needed to lean in. The carelessly close contact, a, b, c - they did it all.

It was the kind of night she could write a song of. As she sank deeper into the seat and perhaps the abyss of fatal attraction, she closed her eyes and chided herself. "Heart, let's not be weak."
I don't understand how some people can say things like "She/He's the love of my life" easily to just about anybody they get attached to. I actually hate them for making such a sweet, romantic declaration so.. cheap. Like yeah, I'm attracted to you and we just got attached, so you must be the love of my life. DUH. Three months later, we break up, I hook up with Mr. Right No 2 and bam, I have a new love of my life.

I don't think I can say these words easily, because they actually mean so much. Even at face value, it suggests that this person should be a single, constant someone. Then how can you just use it so frivolously (unintended pun) unless you're absolutely sure?