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

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.

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.

And how can you be so bad for me when I feel like I’m flying?

I’m aching to be with you, hold you touch you feel you. It won’t be long when we sing along. Hang in there my precious, wade away all the hysteresis. We will meet again soon, recreating the magic, the tune.

She touched the curves of letters that made art on her paper, knowing too well that they will give shape to the smiles of her admirers.

His kisses make her blossom like a flower in the wild softly unfolding her petals to expose the magic hidden inside.

Being feminine is magical.

With him, the tides the moon, and life itself lost their spell over her.

You’re my sunflower girl teaching me that magic is found in the wild that we are.

You are your own kind of unique and you are adept enough to make magic with your own hands.

The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.