Hope- it's a strange, invisible thing, but people hold on to it tight because it's what we need to keep breathing. And it's what has kept me breathing for these past two years.
I so want to kiss you, Phoenix, but I won’t. I won’t kiss you until you want me to and not one second before that.
He kissed me like I was the last drop of water, making sure he knew how each droplet tasted and how each one felt in his mouth.
I'm a song. You're my lyrics.
I was that waterfall in winter, I was there but frozen I couldn’t reach you, knowing You were waiting down the river
Old pains whine once in a while, but fresh ones roar through the numbness.
My love isn’t destroying me. It’s giving me strength. When two people love each other, that love can cripple you, the other person can cripple you because that love is divided between two persons. My love isn’t unrequited either. Unrequited love is where no one holds power to destroy you but yourself. Mine is incomplete, and there’s a difference. An incomplete love holds on to hope until the very end.
Just breathe, my love. Right now, just breathe for me.
You’re heartbeat is my music, Phoenix, and your smiles are my lyrics.
I feel a need to take her in my arms like I used to, but I can’t. And I want her to tighten her arms around me and sigh like she used to, but she can’t.
The silence between us was the sweetest music this universe has ever heard.
And at the moment, I didn't think there was anything more beautiful than lying beneath the stars, with the person who held my heart.
