“A hand that holds what the heart knows it must let go of.”

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

I have touched you in dreams, wishing to kiss you on the other side of it.

Note to self: stop being so soft, remember what he did and move along.

His laugh sounds an awful lot like my happiness.

Drank about you last night, hungover you this morning.

I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.

If only you could hold my heart and understand what you left behind.

If only I could kiss you as often as I think about it.

I must have loved you before, in another life, beyond a dream, across centuries.

I just want to be held without having to explain myself.

Imagine how you’ll love when healed.

It breaks my heart that some people are only kind when there is something in it for them. Everything is a business now, including human decency.

Nobody warns you about the fact that you have to go to war if you want to know peace.

Mouths that know desperation like, “the last kiss.

Our story was never one to be told, but know that I remain loving you from here.

When you’re feeling doubtful, remember that an idea set forth with hard work can create miracles.

Softhearted child, there has always been a warrior inside of you. And the only way it could have been awoken was through difficult trials and momentary pain.

There Are But Two Tragedies in Life-One is One’s Inability to attain One’s Heart’s Desire-The Other Is To Have It!

And what a rare and magical thing it is to feel as though your heart has finally found a soft place to land.

I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

Don’t force yourself into crevices that are much too small For your big, wild heart.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.