“I miss the warmth, the morning coffees, and you.”

Morning coffee is a ritual best performed alone.

Modern-day love stories are born not out of love, but a tired mind and a restless heart.

We are not the mightiest in the skies, but we are all fireflies.

Ghosts exist as thoughts, and some of them are hauntingly beautiful.

You exist in colors that don’t exist, like memories that are mine but all yours.

We hold on to people like stars on a moonless night.

Be like the crescent moon, far from full, but shining nevertheless.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

The lone tree that stood in my garden.

Let the memories remain warm, even when everything is cold.

Fly like a butterfly in the fields like they did in the time of yore, fly like a butterfly in my heart like you never did from the time of yore.

The heart is known to provide solutions from time to time. Listen to your heart.

A page in my book will always blank in case you come back.

We are all stars in someone’s space.

Would you remember me for a day or four, or will I live with you in your heart, at the core?

It’s noon and I miss you just as much as I will by midnight.

He was both everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have.

I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

Thinkin bout the days we use to be.

It’s hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.

I wish to exist in the spaces of your heart where no one else has ever been.

For years you were my sun. But after nothing was said and done I ventured to other galaxies. Now your memory is nothing but a dim star.

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.