“Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.”

I come from the sky and the stars between them only speak of you.

Because it’s you. It is always been and always will be.

One breathe. One-touch. One kiss. And I feel. I feel alive.

Because the most painful wars are the ones we lead against ourselves.

You seek in me your haven of peace and I seek in you my demon’s haven. My haven of fire.

And yes, It’s true, When I miss you too much, I ask the stars about you.

He is the danger and my soul loves it.

And maybe to love each other too much we destroy ourselves.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

It’s okay. Because in the end, I know why I did this.  For love, for love, and only for love.

And just like that, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and told me that I was all he ever dreamed of. What he’s always been waiting for.

You don’t realize how magical a moment is until it becomes a memory.

And if you saw me alone in a bar tonight. Would you ask me to dance?

We have each other, we make love and then we hate each other and we become strangers.

Are we still in the same world? Then why do I feel so far away from you? As if our two worlds were separated.

I love the way he loves me when I can’t love myself.

There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

The flowers don’t get to choose when they die. But oh boy, when they live they are beautiful.

There is slow growth, but it is positive slow growth. At the same time, ratios of debt-to-incomes go down. That’s a beautiful deleveraging.

You don’t need to go far to find beauty. – you just need to start seeing yourself.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.