“I learned that I cannot lay down my hope to people, because people break my heart too.”

When was the first time you fell in love? When I started writing about beautiful things.

I thank my old self who chose to be brave, how he believed there would be so much in front of me, and by all that, he was ready to face growth.

When I met you, I suddenly became a person who can never love anyone else again.

Maybe he is a one kind of a poem in a form of a body.

You’ve had love all along.

My longing is to have you back. Your body, your soul all at once.

I want love to be my sanctuary. The place I dwell when I am weak.

With the right person, everything will always be okay. Even if it is difficult, you never have a question about it. You just patiently there and wait, because you know the answer for the best.

Let this now be the time, to give thanks even to a small thing that keeps you alive.

When I look at you, I am home.

Treat the ones you love most the very best.

I hope you find someone who makes you feel so at home, even with just their voice.

What I admire about love is that, even in its weakness, it still wishes you well.

Love is many things. But your love is my favorite.

I believe that if you tell me I am enough, I am enough.

Love came to me as you.

It’s the willingness to break open, to let go of all you have learned to hold that keeps you whole.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.

I plan to publicize my breakups and profit from them like other celebrities.

You are never too “broken” to heal. You are never too far gone to come back to yourself.

I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.

Don’t let them take a piece of you when they leave.

Learn the wisdom of compromise. it’s better to bend a little, rather than break relations forever.