“Will you always love me even if you can’t?”

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.

I’ve run out of ways to tell you I hurt.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

I don’t look for trouble. I just get lucky.

I wonder what you do with the memories of me.

How terrifying to have my head in agreement with my heart.

Careful your fantasies are showing.

When they ask you if love is real, I hope I’ve helped you answer yes.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.

Love isn’t always about flowers and happy endings, sometimes its about letting go with love screaming in your bones.

If you love a person you will not interfere with his personal life. You would not dare to break the boundaries of his inner world.

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

There will always be a next time, next love, next chance & next opportunity.

Let me take you to the moon, where only you can feel is love.

I love the essence of life and the essence of being when I’m around you.