“It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us. Sort of like how I say ‘funny’ – but I actually mean sad.”

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did. I just loved you because you’re you.

It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

My heart’s been empty since you left – but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.

I believe in love at first sight. But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

I have poured my heart out, and now I am empty.

It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it. I just have to live it.

I would have followed you to hell and back if only you’d lead me back.

He was both everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have.

I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

There is an ocean of silence between us, and I am drowning in it.

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air, touching your skin, saying goodbye. The last time I felt alive, I was dying.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore. I’ve been evicted.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

I wonder what you do with the memories of me.

I love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.

Ask the desert how much it aches for the rain,  how I ache for you is much the same.

I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.

They may seem like the perfect fit, for your incomplete puzzle. But they’re not the right piece.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

In another life, you and I stay together.