“You’re the kind of song, I want to hear on repeat. For a lifetime.”

I miss people I have never met. Conversations I have never had. Streets I’ve never walked. And love I have never made.

Even if it’s for a little time. Birds build homes too.

Oh darling, if you won’t be yourself who will?

Some people are sunshine.

Please tell your sons. It’s okay to cry. Tears don’t make them any less of a boy.

I hope when you lie under the night skies, you’re a vision for the stars.

The woods in the wild need no tending to.

I was so busy loving you. I didn’t notice you were leaving.

In a room full of people. I hope I have the courage to always be me.

How I wish I could hold you a little longer, and more. And forever.

I do, so often, wish you were here. But more often I wish that you were wishing to be here.

You can walk in and out. I have built no doors.

The flowers you don’t water, will never bloom.

And sometimes they leave not because they didn’t love enough. But maybe because love isn’t everything.

Clean your slate. Empty your cup. Let every moment. Fill you up.

He said he cannot read in between the lines. And I have poured all my heart there.