“Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.”

And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.

Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.

I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.

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.

She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.

I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.

Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”

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.

And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.

I lost so much of myself, when I lost them both. I learnt how to be strong on my own and for everyone else.

Lately, none of what seems to matter when I’m holding you and maybe, baby, we’re getting better.

And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.

What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.

Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.

Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.

Life won’t wait but you and I? we’re gonna live forever.

A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

Even though we may all become extinct, we can still leave our footprint in the sand.

We continue training, to recharge, to continue striving and do our best. We will return to the field to leave everything.

She told me that I’m not enough and she left me with a broken heart.

A man’s real education begins after he has left school. True education is gained through the discipline of life.

To go forward you have to leave something behind.

If they judge you by your past, put them there.