“I miss the warmth, the morning coffees, and you.”

Modern-day love stories are born not out of love, but a tired mind and a restless heart.

We are not the mightiest in the skies, but we are all fireflies.

Ghosts exist as thoughts, and some of them are hauntingly beautiful.

You exist in colors that don’t exist, like memories that are mine but all yours.

We hold on to people like stars on a moonless night.

Be like the crescent moon, far from full, but shining nevertheless.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

The lone tree that stood in my garden.

Let the memories remain warm, even when everything is cold.

Fly like a butterfly in the fields like they did in the time of yore, fly like a butterfly in my heart like you never did from the time of yore.

The heart is known to provide solutions from time to time. Listen to your heart.

A page in my book will always blank in case you come back.

We are all stars in someone’s space.

Would you remember me for a day or four, or will I live with you in your heart, at the core?

You’re my home, not just a stop along the way.

Introduce yourself to your heart again. It misses you.

Your memories walk wild in my mind. This is freedom.

He tells me “I miss you,” and I tell him “I miss myself too.”

I’m not saying I don’t miss you it’s just that, now when I do it no longer hurts.

I can’t wipe the missing you from my eyes.

How is it in my sleep I still miss you.

Your memories swirl around me like snowflakes dancing in the wind.

I run from my thoughts of you and meet them in my dreams.