“Get off your high horse, The entire world doesn’t revolve around you, only mine does.”

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If I got a star for every time you made me smile I’d have enough to fill my own universe and I’d take you there with me.

As the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.

Love comes in different shapes and sizes. But most importantly it comes in different colors.

She was a walking plague. No. A living epidemic. Everyone who got close to her showed severe symptoms of being helplessly in love.

I dipped my heart into the river Styx, holding on to nothing but my memories of you. You’ll always be the Achilles heel to my invulnerable heart.

“May I have this dance”, my tongue asked hers.

Her smile was the only tune that my happiness danced to.

My pent-up passion seeped out like gas from a leaky stove, your touch was the spark I needed to set my body on fire.

I held a funeral for my past. But on occasion, I find myself dropping by its grave with pink roses to thank it for all lessons it taught me.

You reminded me of my first time in Paris; I was fascinated, lost, and I immediately loved everything about it.

We just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes. In the silence, I swear I could hear the beating wings of an angel.

Like sunshine at midnight, you were there for me at my darkest hour when you had absolutely no reason to.

Permanence is a wonderful magician. Now you see him, next he goes on to perform the greatest disappearing act of all time.

I let my mind wander and it always finds its way back to you. like a sweet-toothed child in search of a cookie jar.

Gone, but never forgotten. Like the catchy tune to an old song that I used to love.

If it compromises the relationship you have with yourself, then it is too expensive.

You smell like a new morning after a night of rainfall.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

In the beginning, yes I did go back… (but) I learned that if it’s continued abusive, you just can’t stay there. When guys are young, they make mistakes. Nobody’s perfect, but, if they do it more than once, then it’s definitely a habit

I didn’t believe in forever. But I did believe in you.

No love is Love that subjugates the Lover. No love is Love that feeds on flesh and blood. No love is Love that draws a woman to a man only to breed more women and men and thus perpetuate their bondage to the flesh.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

I can’t imagine a universe where she is anything other than a masterpiece.