“Time is not on our side it never has been and I know this storm seems to never end but its coming our time is coming.”

All you are to me now are words on paper and I will always have a part of you as long as I am holding this pen.

There is an unfathomable distance between us but the bridge is still standing and the streetlight is still on.

I am drowning in the aftermath of the hurricane that was us.

The universe must be really tired of fighting my stubborn heart.

When my words fail to explain how I feel let my kiss tell you all you need to know.

You and me plus the sea – what more could I need.

I’ll be okay I’m used to you leaving it just hurts a little more this time.

I have left our book open. This is not how our story will end.

I will never forget the love we almost had.

And here I am hoping to travel to a parallel universe where we finally got this right.

When you are ready for the kind of love that feels like sunshine come and find me.

This time I am healing myself.

You are the lullaby that sings me to sleep each night.

You are a storm. And I have never been afraid of thunder.

We may be in different cities but as long as we are under the same moon then I know we still have a chance.

I let you go like blowing the seeds from a dandelion – with one last wish.

I shall need to sleep three weeks on end to get rested from the rest I’ve had.

To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.

It’s not the end. It’s the beginning.

But even if I’m left high and dry at the end of this wild journey, just taking it is a great feeling.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

Stop romanticizing people. Otherwise you will end up loving someone who only exists in your head.

Women are like cars: we all want a Ferrari, sometimes want a pickup truck, and end up with a station wagon.

Every story has an end, but every end is a new beginning.