“How terrifying to have my head in agreement with my heart.”

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.

Almost a year of us not speaking and still, I talk to you every day.

I’ve run out of ways to tell you I hurt.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

I don’t look for trouble. I just get lucky.

I wonder what you do with the memories of me.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

It is the hallmark of any deep truth that its negation is also a deep truth.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

There is no power or authority without responsibility, and he who accepts the one cannot escape or evade the other.