“On the first day of love, you wrapped me in the word special.”

The thing worth holding onto would not have let go.

People go but how they left always stays.

Even though we were both under the same roof of that coffee shop. I was still solar systems away from you.

My tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you.

I have never known anything more quietly loud than my anxiety.

Losing you was the becoming of myself.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.

Fall in love with your solitude.

On the last day of love, my heart cracked inside my body.

We need more love not from men but from ourselves and each other.

Trying to convince myself I am allowed to take up space is like writing with my left hand when I was born to use my right.

You do not just wake up and become the butterfly -Growth is a process.

I am hopelessly a lover and a dreamer and that will be the death of me.

There is a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you.

And here you are living despite it all.

You were so afraid of my voice I decided to be afraid of it too.

Love is not easy, neither is it impossible.

Self-love combined with action is how we break with the past and open a new future.

Love is not pity. Love is fire.

Never underestimate your worth. You chase no one, but you.

Rule No 1. Accept yourself the way you are.

I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.

Love is a state of temporary psychosis.

Strive to be the reason that someone feels loved today.