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

Morning coffee is a ritual best performed alone.

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.

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

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?

Just be you. I’ve learned the hard way and in the end, some people are just so full of hate that no matter what you say or do, they’ll always have something to say.

Hearts are made to be broken.

I had given up my seat before, but this day, I was especially tired. Tired from my work as a seamstress, and tired from the ache in my heart.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

Fear no more, says the heart.

Wherever you go, go with all your heart.

What broke you, won’t heal you.

In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.