“I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.”

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

I pretend it doesn’t bother me but it’s tearing me apart.

And I’ll miss you, without saying a word.

I told the stars about you.

I loved you even when it hurt.

In the end you learn when to let go and when to hold on.

All the poetry in the world could not put us together again.

The worst goodbye is the one you never thought you’d have to say.

How sad, to face a future without the one you planned it with.

If it isn’t Happy Ending yet, keep writing.

We’ll go slow, together,

I wish it had meant as little to me, as it did to you.

And life went on. It was not the same, but it went on.

Who you want and who you need and sometimes two different people.

We were almost fine, almost together.

Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favorite was You and I.

When one door is closed, don’t you know that many more are open.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Let us not close our hearts, let us not look away.

To draw, you must close your eyes and sing.

Call me friend, but keep me closer.

Laughter is very close to tears and vice versa.

Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.