“Every letter of every poem is one more moment with you.”

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

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.

You don’t realize how magical a moment is until it becomes a memory.

Love exists in the small moments of understanding when a person gets you without you needing to explain yourself to them.

I don’t want you like the simple things in life, I don’t want to love you simply. I want you like the dark secrets we keep to ourselves under the covers. In the moments we actually feel ashamed we can love something so much.

Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.

I’m afraid someday my words will run out so I spend every waking moment trying to capture the human experience in purple prose.

Choose to live for the moments that make your soul glow.

No book can ever be finished. While working on it we learn just enough to find it immature the moment we turn away from it

Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake.