“If you can’t let go then maybe you were meant to hold on.”

The dark is what makes the dawn breathtaking.

You always told the same stories but I still wish I could hear them one more time.

We are all fighting to be seen.

I will not spend the time I do have, wasting it, wishing there was more.

It is easier to move on when you have someone else to fill the emptiness.

Sadness shoots a bullet straight at your heart and love buys you time.

Just as you wonder at the world, the world wonders at you.

I like to think that somewhere out there there’s a little bit of magic and not everyone knows a broken heart.

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

Sometimes your heart just needs to be taken off its leash.

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Be not a slave to love but still let it in.

I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.

I think they dipped you in starlight I’ll spend forever lost in your glow.

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.

Let’s break out of our past and concur the future

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them, away.

Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.

Being dead broke is the Root of all Evil.

The worst thing a good girl could do to you is break your heart.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

I run from my thoughts of you and meet them in my dreams.

I tell you, if I’m going to go through a divorce, I would date again a younger man. Because I have so much energy, there’s no way an older man can keep up with me.