“Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.”

Hug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.

You deserve to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again not merely considered.

Your scent is one I want to know for the rest of my life.

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.

I fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.

Wake us from this seasonal slumber of sorts, it is time for us to finally bloom.

Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.

I managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.

I’ll be a fool anywhere but never in love, I promise me that.

When your soul share the pain of theirs I would call it love.

She is not exactly wonder woman but nevertheless she is a woman full of wonders.

Forget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.

I can’t tell you how much I hope that you are my forever person.

What pains me is that we are having a long distance relationship without a long distance.

Love is all about making room in a vessel that is already complete on its own.

I will be waiting with open arms and a wider than ever heart.

What broke you, won’t heal you.

In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.

Nothing compares to the emptiness we both share.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Disappointments feel like home.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.

If you are broken, you do not have to stay broken.