“Falling in love in this crowded cafe.”

You see yourself as broken pieces but you remind me of stars.

You need you the most.

I’d give her the world but all she wants are sunsets.

I’ll take peace over perfection.

Speak with honesty when it comes to love.

No matter how hard these waves crash they will not break me.

And maybe she’s not all heaven but I’ve never been a saint.

You deserve peace and stability but all I bring are storms.

You are greater than any lie fear will tell you. Believe it, seek it.

If you just loved me the way that I loved you then just maybe.

You feel messy and flawed yet I believe you’re beautiful as you are.

Love was created for so many reasons and you will always be one of them.

I admire the still of the ocean but I will always be the waves.

I watch the way the stars shine a little brighter when you gaze at them.

In another life, you and I stay together.

When is giving up okay before or after we break?

The hardest tumble a man can make is to fall over his own bluff.

The world can never understand me unless they all fall in love with you too.

Ability hits the mark where presumption overshoots and diffidence falls short.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

Love slandered the heart, we fumbled gracefully, we fell in love with the end from the start.