I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
AIMEE C. HOVEYMaybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.
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And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
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What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
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All those questions that I was too afraid to ask? In the end I lay down cold welcoming the answers to tear me in half.
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I fell accidentally like Alice into a whole world anew I found, When I fell accidentally in love always and ever with you.
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If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.
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Life won’t wait but you and I? we’re gonna live forever.
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You love me some days I’m honestly sure of it. You think I haven’t noticed and I’ll pretend I didn’t. You love me somedays and that’s okay with me.
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There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.
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Maybe the way you seem to feel safe with your arms in mine means I’m not all broken maybe there’s something good inside.
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And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.
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Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.
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Nothing but hard work makes dreams come true and I will slave’til the end for a chance to watch the sunrise and fall beside you.
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How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
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