“I knew I loved you before I understood what that meant.”

Of course, you don’t know how to love me. I’ve never known how to do that, either.

She lost herself, a little, in that darkness but returned with stars beneath her skin.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s just that I don’t want to.

I miss you. By which I mean I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones.

These days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.

Love is a child with a gun in her hand.

I don’t know if you are the water or light. Only that you can flood a room.

You taught me to believe in love and then showed me exactly why I shouldn’t.

And again my mind runs to you in the way that rivers can’t help but return to the salt.

There are pieces of you in all the things you have loved. This is how we live forever.

I have never known what happiness really means, but I’m sure it sounds a lot like your name.

Everything I know of love is told in the bruises we left on each other.

I’m sorry for being this hard to love.

I know you will take the last of me and I will love you anyway.

I am a child of autumn: At home amongst things that only know of falling.

All I really know is whatever the cost you’re worth it.

The ways are two: love and want of love. That is all.

Love yourself first and everything falls into line.

The gods loves to punish whatever is greater than the rest.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

He’s not your prince charming if he doesn’t make sure you know that you’re his princess.

Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

Stay strong, be brave, love hard and true, and you will have nothing to lose.