“I could have given your heart a thousand roses. But you didn’t want one.”

And yes, It’s true, When I miss you too much, I ask the stars about you.

He is the danger and my soul loves it.

And maybe to love each other too much we destroy ourselves.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

And just like that, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I was all he ever dreamed of. What he’s always been waiting for.

You don’t realize how magical a moment is until it becomes a memory.

And if you saw me alone in a bar tonight. Would you ask me to dance?

We have each other, we make love and then we hate each other and we become strangers.

Are we still in the same world? Then why do I feel so far away from you? As if our two worlds were separated.

I love the way he loves me when I can’t love myself.

Don’t you see? That I kiss you a little harder. That I hug you a little harder. I want you to heal me.

Waiting a lifetime to touch your lips again wouldn’t be too long.

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Because, in the end, it was just promises.

Only fools use their mouth to speak. A smart man uses his brain, and a wise man uses his heart.

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

Masquerading the heart is the height of haunting souls.

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

I believe that the Good Lord gave us a finite number of heartbeats and I’m damned if I’m going to use up mine running up and down a street.

There’s a million reasons why I should give you up. But the heart wants what it wants.

Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart.