“I knew it was from the heart because I cried as I said it.”

You will never love another the same way, again. And I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a blessing or a tragedy.

We all return to dreams, don’t we? The unattainable is alluring, desire is tenfold.

The distance between you and greatness, is how much you believe in yourself.

The more natural the connection, the more devastating the disconnect.

Do they love you? Or do they only seem to love what you could do for them?

Despite all of your mistakes, I stayed – and that was mine.

What you’re trying to control is already controlling you.

When did our love become a war we had to fight to keep?

I wonder how often the world reminds you of me, because it won’t let me forget you.

When you have all this love to give but you’re not the one they want to be loved by.

The more I spoke of it, the faster it slipped away from me.

Love me hard or leave me, quickly.

A kiss in a dream, so vivid, it is mistaken for a memory.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

They might even love you back but that doesn’t mean that you’re meant to be together.

Some break their hearts themselves to be healed of the wrong love.

Discovering more joy does not, save us from the inevitability of hardship and heartbreak.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

And its true I needed you to break my heart to become somewhat of a poet.

Some things are too dark or too painful to share with anyone.

We have hardship without becoming hard. We have heartbreaks without being broken.

Like the mountain, she rises above every challenge, every mistake, every heartbreak.

When you find your purpose, all your pieces suddenly become functional, even the broken ones.