“I have never known how to handle endings with grace.”

Your hands don’t feel like home anymore and it’s breaking my heart.

We are all just wanting bones and stardust skin trying to find our way home.

We will always be an open ending, a beautiful perhaps.

I am sad about the things I did to make you want me.

She built her castle at rock bottom.

I am terrified that I am destined for almost.

I am messy when I am in pain.

I dream of all the places we never made it to.

There is something extraordinary in this space between our skin.

In another life, you kept your word, and forever’s still ours for the taking.

I am not proud of the things I did when I was hurting.

How can I be homesick for a life I haven’t lived?

You were a beautiful chapter, but not my last.

It was an adventure, wasn’t it? You and I.

Mortgages, marriage, and kids are not life’s only meaningful milestones.

She had a smile that took me to church every damn night.

I burned the candle at both ends and it often gave a lovely light.

You need to shower at the end of the day.

I’ve tried staying where its safe far away from the deep end. Only to find out people still drown in the shallow end.

And then there are people who try to fix themselves by fixing others only to end up more unfixed than ever.

Nothing but hard work makes dreams come true and I will slave’til the end for a chance to watch the sunrise and fall beside you.

At the end of the day, so many things that we hold so much value with, it just doesn’t even mean anything. I really try to stay focused on being really positive.

The biggest fight in my life is not in boxing. The biggest fight in my life is how to end poverty in my country.

Your eyes met mine, and we know our story, from beginning to the end, all things said and unsaid.