“Let me kiss you one last time now that I know I will feel you on my lips for the rest of my life.”

The machines greed knows no limits.

Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.

You are more than anything and everything that has happened to you.

Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.

The world can never understand me unless they all fall in love with you too.

Love in a life is a light in the dark.

I see myself through your eyes and I love what I see. So please never look way.

Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.

I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.

Each Act of kindness is a seat filled at your funeral, a tear dropped upon your death.

A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.

You ask me what is love and I’ll tell you I know not. You ask me if I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I once did. You ask me how I know I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I just know.

You’ve changed. And for that I’m proud. My loyalty is to you always. Not just the person I met.

If the days knew where you went it would not have become winter so soon, Nor the cold that freezes my hands would have tasted so much of longing for you.

I’m not here to boost your confidence with compliments. I’m here to figure out why you won’t open up. I rather see what the problem is, within the sea of broken promises.

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

I came back to you without ever telling you where I’ve been you came back to me the same way you left.

Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.

Our relationship with nature is broken. But relationships can change. When we protect nature – we are nature protecting itself.

Sometimes, we’re just tired and set people free because we can’t fight anymore and we hope they might come back one day and stay for good.

You are like spring gone too soon but keeps me dreaming.