“The softest hearts love the hardest.”

Time made us better, our communication was the root and evil couldn’t touch us, the light protected us.

As much as I read our story, I tried finding the conflict that our story had. I flipped the pages and ripped pages, looking for words that somehow kept our story going.

I guess that is why no one would ever forget you. Because you carried the weight of your pain along with others.

Your voice sends vibrations through my ears, as the frequency of each word that falls from your lips, tracing every bone of my spine, making me weak.

Love never failed you, people did.

The parts of me you are afraid of, are the parts that are ready to be loved by you.

The blessings feel different when there is love and peace in your heart.

I don’t want to live here, you frame memories I don’t want to remember, and gather your dust on memories I want hold on to.

We fail ourselves in many ways by hoping and praying for people to change, but little do we know the more rely on others, our growth delays.

Let them walk away. They will grasp for air, because of your absence, and because you were already ten steps ahead of them.

Conserving my energy for those who take their time, to find the light in me.

Place your hand over your heart, and tell yourself that love lives here and healing lives here. And pain is no longer welcome here.

So may you love my roots and my thorns, just as much as you love the rose that I am —but don’t pick on my petals.

Treat her like a dream. Follow her, pursue her, and always remind her that you’ll never give up on her.

It’s okay to fear the things you can’t control, but let go of what you can no longer hold.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

In art, it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.

I didn’t love it too hard to let go easily.

I wonder if one day I will ever feel as though I am not hard to love.

Maybe in another life I won’t be as hard as to love.

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

It is so hard to believe because it is so hard to obey.

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