“But people also leave when your love for them outgrows their love for themselves.”

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

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

It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.

And if it ends today, know that it was without a doubt, always you.

And every person you love breaks your heart is that why you call love so hard?

Maybe admitting you need a break will give someone else the space to take one too.

It sucks to lose everything your heart beats for.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

I wish I had a time-turner so that I could spend a little more time with you. You left too soon, you left too fast.

If you love a person you will not interfere with his personal life. You would not dare to break the boundaries of his inner world.

You said you liked me smiling, then why did you leave me crying?