“Of all the people I’ve been the man you loved is the only one I miss.”

My body has always been a stranger. And it aches in a language I don’t understand.

And again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.

I don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.

Maybe letting go isn’t all that different to loving you.

I swear my bones can feel it whenever you speak my name.

What a gentle curse: to still want you after all we’ve been.

She spoke with so much hope, the future dancing on her lips like a flame.

Her smile is an open flame and I have a paper heart.

It was always you who felt like water when my whole body was a flame.

Just because the pain is comfortable doesn’t mean you have to wear it.

Some days survival is all the living I can do.

There’s a weight to it, this missing you.

Her heart is heavy and ruined with hope.

Maybe I hold onto pain because I don’t know who I am without it.

I cannot lose you quietly. It will take blood and bone to pull you from my chest.

Even heartbreak can find a way to feel like home.

Love is all you need.

I care not what others think of what I do, but I care very much about what I think of what I do! That is character!

If I am not what you say I am, then you are not who you think you are.

We are all the same and we all want the same things: the right to be happy, to be just who we want to be and to love who we want to love.

Real love means loving kindness and compassion, the kind of love that does not have any conditions.

Love is the absence of judgment.

You have to be able to separate business from the love of the game.

When you love someone, the best thing you can offer is your presence. How can you love if you are not there?