“All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.”

All we can control in this silly and wildly perfect life is the love that we choose to give out without any regard to ever getting it back in return.

I would rather hurt, and walk through the flames you leave, than never feel you.

If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me too.

Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?

The morning coffee reminds me of your waking I stir to find you.

I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts.

I am made of more; More than tears, more than heartache, More than all of this.

I would be lying if I said there were not times that I am an earthquake contained inside this skin.

If you give me home I will give you adventure. It’s both we can have.

Find my hand in the darkness and if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own.

I believe in love at first sight but I will always believe that the people we love we have loved before.

Let it go, just let it go, but if I set down that weight what will show my arms they are strong?

And the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears.

I’ll never ask you to be anything other than exactly you.

She is she alone, and never needs help from me to be all she is.

I will wait, I am waiting, and I will love you with all the love I posses until this body is ash and I begin my search for you again.