It's what you always do. You confuse love for admiration.
Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.
Men and women make sad mistakes about their own symptoms, taking their vague uneasy longings, sometimes for genius, sometimes for religion, and oftener still for a mighty love.
What seems to be love beyond any question is usually a simple case of indigestion.
One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.
I hate writing texts to girlfriends because you can't really see emotions in texts. You can get confused on what she says.
There is something about the way I photograph. People often say, 'Are you cross with me?' My eyes can look sort of... like a wall.
Sharmell was the first woman that I thought about talking to, and if you listen to Sharmell, she thought I hated her the first time we met because I was always all business.
What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.
People used to assume I was a serious/sad person because of my music for some reason.
She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.
I was actually disappointed because I thought the mistakes I made is that people misinterpret my passion for anger.
Just because I don't smile a lot, people think, 'Ah, yeah. He must have a bad attitude.' But if you don't know me, you don't know me. That was the problem. My face is just serious!
True rebels after all, are as rare as true lovers,and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one's life
People tell me I look angry. I thought my dad was mad at me his whole life, but it turns out that was just his mug - and I inherited it.
