“I wanted to use only the prettiest of words for you – but even those weren’t enough.”

If possible could you just look in my eyes and find all the things I can’t seem to say.

I just need to let myself fall in love with myself.

I know what feeling I need to feel. I just can’t seem to find it.

Am I more afraid of failing or succeeding?

Anxiety clouds everything you know to be true.

There’s a kind of freedom in handing out torches and seeing who burns the bridge between you.

Memories can’t be remembered if they were never made. So I hope you make good ones.

I tried to write you as a novel but you were only meant to be a chapter.

I would tell you how I feel if such words existed in this world.

How hard it must be to love someone so broken.

Rest is a form of productivity they never wanted you to find.

If my broken pieces could make you whole, than at least my breaking would be worth it.

I will sit with my feelings and you can sit with yours. But lets sit together so not to feel alone.

In the darkness there are no shadows to fear.

I don’t tolerate it. I don’t accept it. I fucking celebrate it – love is love.

Sometimes I write so I can forget and sometimes I write so I won’t.

Two things you will never have to chase: True friends & true love.

Take the time to learn your partner’s heart.

For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.

You are complete even in your pieces.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

Since love for our Creator cannot be sustained unless we love others for God’s sake.

By our actions we tell Him of our love.

What was dead will come to life when you pursue love.