If you love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.
I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.
Izzy was like fire, in her flaming scarlet dress, with her moods as changeable as sparks. On the roof hed half-thought she’d strangle him, her arms around his neck as she called him every name under the sun while clutching him like she’d never let him go.