“When you fall in love with a person, you don’t fall in love with their body. You fall in love with their names, their favorite places, their moments of life and much more again.”

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.

I believe that if you tell me I am enough, I am enough.

Love came to me as you.

I was built this way for a reason, so I’m going to use it.

Your flesh is like the ocean. Let it wave, rise, ripple, and soar in all its glorious commotion.

It is suggested to us a million times a day that our bodies are projects. They aren’t. Our lives are. Our spirituality is. Our relationships are. Our work is.

To this day, I don’t love my arms. People want more fit arms, but my arms are too fit. But I’m not complaining. They pay my bills.

I feel like I’m small and mighty and pack a powerful punch, just like Tide PODS.

What about us who would like a piece of the soul served as an aperitif before we dig into flesh?

Your body ebbs, flows, ripples, and glows like water. Don’t fear changing tides.

They say body is nothing but the dress for the soul. So does this mean all my pain and all my tragedies are now tattoos on my soul?