“It will be okay. And even if it isn’t, you will be okay.”

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.

I am the weakest when I’m close to you. I am the strongest when you are close to me.

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Let your heart wander. See where it goes when it knows no one is looking.

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

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

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

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

And when it feels too heavy to go on being you, lose a bit of yourself in me.

We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment.

If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you.

They sayin I’m back, I agree with that.

We are not what happened to us, we are what we wish to become.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

All learning has an emotional base.