“I have loved you and missed you all for so long. That even this feeling feels like home.”

I hope when you lie under the night skies, you’re a vision for the stars.

The woods in the wild need no tending to.

I was so busy loving you. I didn’t notice you were leaving.

In a room full of people. I hope I have the courage to always be me.

How I wish I could hold you a little longer, and more. And forever.

I do, so often, wish you were here. But more often I wish that you were wishing to be here.

You can walk in and out. I have built no doors.

The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.

And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.

Clean your slate. Empty your cup. Let every moment. Fill you up.

He said he cannot read in between the lines. And I have poured all my heart there.

If I am to be only a passing season in your life, I hope I be spring.

Let me be like the leaves on the trees. Let me sway with the gentlest breeze.

If trees looked at fallen leaves and gave up, we would have no forests.

Not all love lives forever. But is it not love still? The maybe and the almost. And the love that never will.

You’re the kind of song, I want to hear on repeat. For a lifetime.

We are One. Our soul is one, we just forgot for a little while.

I’d rather miss you in your absence then neglect in your presence.

It is really beautiful to hear I miss you from someone close to your heart.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

I don’t know if I ever told you this before, but you’re the only one I ever waited for this long.

We have a good time together, even when we’re not together.

I feel sad that he’s just a voice now.

I want you here with me To guide me, hold me, and love me now.