“Autumn makes us pull up our feet and curl up with our hearts.”

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.

Hug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.

You deserve to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again not merely considered.

Your scent is one I want to know for the rest of my life.

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.

I fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.

Wake us from this seasonal slumber of sorts, it is time for us to finally bloom.

Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.

I managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.

I’ll be a fool anywhere but never in love, I promise me that.

When your soul share the pain of theirs I would call it love.

She is not exactly wonder woman but nevertheless she is a woman full of wonders.

Forget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.

I can’t tell you how much I hope that you are my forever person.

What pains me is that we are having a long distance relationship without a long distance.

Allow your heart to be soft and kind.

What is the heart but a spring, and the nerves but so many strings, and the joints but so many wheels, giving motion to the whole body?

Ask me about the time you broke my heart and I’ll tell you how I put it back together again.

And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.

Anchor me to the depths of the ocean that is your heart.

No art is greater than a human heart.

Make peace with the fire in your heart.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.