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

Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

Believe in the beauty of taking things slow. Beautiful things take time. Patience is elegance.

I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.

Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.

I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.

Growth comes beyond comfort zones.

Despite all the pain from your past, may you never lose the heart to love and trust.

There are those like me, people who write selfishly. We who write for the love we lost, can’t have, or the lack thereof.

Someday, we will look back, and we won’t be ashamed.

One day, we would all be where we’re meant to be. Everything will fall into place, and we won’t have to force things or people to stay.

I hope you get through the battles you don’t tell anyone. Even if its easier said than done, I hope your heart always chooses to be kind.

The rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.

You are the lost pages of my life – the years I lost my heart.

Love arrived when I least expected it. And just as quickly as it came, left me without a warning.

Love is magic, love is tragic. It is the air we breathe and the poison we drink.

Live a little kinder, a little braver, and a lot more gentle with yourself.