“If only I could tell anyone, that I found a home, and what a strange thing that it has the same name as yours.”

When I started this journey again with you, I have witnessed all the highs and lows.

I’ve always wanted to tell you – all my life how much I wished to have a home with someone who’s always praying for me.

When was the first time you fell in love? When I started writing about beautiful things.

I thank my old self who chose to be brave, how he believed there would be so much in front of me, and by all that, he was ready to face growth.

When I met you, I suddenly became a person who can never love anyone else again.

Maybe he is a one kind of a poem in a form of a body.

You’ve had love all along.

My longing is to have you back. Your body, your soul all at once.

I want love to be my sanctuary. The place I dwell when I am weak.

With the right person, everything will always be okay. Even if it is difficult, you never have a question about it. You just patiently there and wait, because you know the answer for the best.

Let this now be the time, to give thanks even to a small thing that keeps you alive.

When I look at you, I am home.

Treat the ones you love most the very best.

I hope you find someone who makes you feel so at home, even with just their voice.

What I admire about love is that, even in its weakness, it still wishes you well.

Love is many things. But your love is my favorite.

Through the troubles of our earthly pilgrimage we find God.

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

Find someone who has a life that you want and figure out how they got it. Read books, pick your role models wisely. Find out what they did and do it.

To find yourself, think for yourself.

Always find your light!

I enjoy reading because I find it relaxing.

If a man should wanton walk with crime, he shall find in death no great deliverance.

When you do the things that you can do, you will find a way.