“If trees looked at fallen leaves and gave up, we would have no forests.”

Some conversations feel like a hug. Some people feel like home.

Amidst all the roles you play, remember to be yourself.

You were the easiest to love. Hardest to leave. And impossible to forget.

Would you dance with me, when the world is watching? Would you dance with me when the music stops?

If you believe that it’s meant to be, make it happen.

I can spend a lifetime without you. But not this moment, not tonight.

My happy poems will be flowers on a grave. You will see a garden in all its bloom. But underneath the earth. I lay.

To my heart, you’re my home.

You can break me into pieces. And all million of me will love you still.

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.