“The right hands will erase your aches for love builds more than it breaks.”

A step, no matter how little, is still progress.

You don’t have to know everything or figure out everything. Be comfortable in not knowing all the answers.

Without rhymes and metaphors I am, at my core, just a lover left alone.

You can risk or forever regret about chances you missed.

For what its worth, I thought we would make it. I wished – I really did.

In the end, what matters is how you lived your life. Were you happy? Did you love enough? Did you reach for the stars?

They bleed not in the mouth but through their ink – indelible and dark.

May the sun shine brighter on days when you feel like your battle’s getting harder.

She is love in its purest form; her arms, the safest place I’ve known. She is the scent of home; the warrior who carried me in her womb.

Your memory is my opium – sustaining me daily, killing me softly.

We made promises, and then life happened.

But despite it all, I’m glad we happened.

Nothing in life is worth pursuing if it means prolonging your suffering.

Am I little mad for writing someone I’ll never have?

People are much brighter and more beautiful when they talk of things they love.

Pain and loneliness can be addictive, but there can also be strength in embracing it.

All of this heartache is a war story.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

She cures the ache in places no one else can reach.

When the heart knows the reason for tears, it prepares to carry the ache for years.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you’re always aching for something.

Freedom is a mystic voyage we must embark on. A journey that swallows us into the oesophagus of aching dreams, until we reach the belly of hope.

No matter how hard you try, some parts of your soul never stop aching.

I’m aching to be with you, hold you touch you feel you. It won’t be long when we sing along. Hang in there my precious, wade away all the hysteresis. We will meet again soon, recreating the magic, the tune.