“And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.”

Time might only tell if this will be comfort or a curse.

You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.

And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.

Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.

I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.

If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.

She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.

I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.

Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”

And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.

And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.

I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.

Lately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.

What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.

Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.

Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.

Love betters what is best.

Years of misguided teaching have resulted in the destruction of the best in our society, in our cultures and in the environment.

The best way to predict your future is to create it.

Real education should consist of drawing the goodness and the best out of our own students. What better books can there be than the book of humanity?

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later.

Remember that the most difficult tasks are consummated, not by a single explosive burst of energy or effort, but by the constant daily application of the best you have within you.

The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man