“Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.”

I like to think that somewhere out there there’s a little bit of magic and not everyone knows a broken heart.

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

Sometimes your heart just needs to be taken off its leash.

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Be not a slave to love but still let it in.

I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.

I think they dipped you in starlight I’ll spend forever lost in your glow.

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.

I’ll keep reaching out my hand hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to take it.

This is all that’s left carry on and try not to feel so much.

Tomorrow looks better with you in it.

I will be the light you can cling to when your darkness lingers.

She is cold like the autumn breeze that sweeps the leaves away.

No matter how desperately I want to stop falling I am already in motion.

If we let love in the light will follow the shadow will creep back to their corners the consuming dark will vanish morning will find us we will make it to the dawn together.

You will always be worth saving.

Breathe in, breathe out. Stay active.

When you’re surrounded by flowers, you breath better.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.

When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.

The voices inside of me has lost its breath.

While we breathe, we will hope.

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.