“The way you look at me, as though I’m a collection of starlight and storm clouds.”

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.

Almost a year of us not speaking and still, I talk to you every day.

Don’t settle for a relationship that won’t let you be yourself.

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn’t make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.

A good relationship is all about balance and chemistry.

No, no thought to the winnings. One loves because one loves.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

Any relationship primarily built on physical attractiveness is predestined to be short lived.