“Maybe one day you’ll see, you’ll see what I saw.”

I come from the sky and the stars between them only speak of you.

Because it’s you. It is always been and always will be.

One breathe. One-touch. One kiss. And I feel. I feel alive.

Because the most painful wars are the ones we lead against ourselves.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.

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.

Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man to cycle and he will realize fishing is stupid and boring.

In public affairs men are often better pleased that the truth, though known to everybody, should be wrapped up under a decent cover than if it were exposed in open daylight to the eyes of all the world.

If the days knew where you went it would not have become winter so soon, Nor the cold that freezes my hands would have tasted so much of longing for you.

One day at a time either you can be what people want you to be, or to be who you are.

The sky is blue for most of the day but it never gives up even for a single day.

Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.

There is a wild in you which thrives in places and on days, when, even the sun in you couldn’t survive.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.