If he writes her a few sonets, he loves her. 

If he writes her 300 sonets, he loves sonets.

  

Rubatosis: (n) The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Sonder: (n) The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own

Exulansis: (n) The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Opia: (n) The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable

Nodus Tollens: (n) The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: (n) The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: (n) A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

We’re not God’s children, 

we’re not fairy-tale people in a book about true love. 

We live by night and dance fast so the grass can’t grow under our feet.

“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.” 

                                                  

                                               ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History