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

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.

Love is all about making room in a vessel that is already complete on its own.

I will be waiting with open arms and a wider than ever heart.

It won’t matter how beautiful they look when they don’t treat you beautifully.

Do friends really long to breathe the air of the other?

Even in difficult and trying times I find comfort in knowing you are mine.

Doing my best not to dwell; I just thought you couldn’t wait to see me too.

Doubts are seen flowing away along with that special kind of blue in his eyes.

You needn’t be so scared. Love doesn’t end. Just because we don’t see each other.

A great stench will come from Lausanne, but they will not know its origin; they will put out all people from distant places, fire seen in the sky, a foreign nation defeated.

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.

At night I sit in my chamber and read the bible. Far in the distance roars the sea. Then I lie down and think for a long time about the calm and pale man from Nazareth.

The Nautilus was piercing the water with its sharp spur, after having accomplished nearly ten thousand leagues in three months and a half, a distance greater than the great circle of the earth. Where were we going now, and what was reserved for the future?

If distance kills a relationship; it wasn’t love to begin with.