If God were to make a million lovely flowers in your image and plant them in a garden with you among them, I would still know you by your scent and by the feel of your petals and by the crazy way you lean towards my light whenever I draw near.
Life made me an actor from birth. The world, darling, is not my stage but my audience.
You cannot know what I do not tell you, yet you will be judged harshly for not knowing.
Cursed be the immortal that believed time was more precious than love.
Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm extended immeasurably to keep hold of my reaching hand. But Father Time, being a cruel master, will not grant such a wish. And so I tuck you away as cherished memories, stored in a treasure box buried in my heart. And in times of solitude, I shall bring you out to view like rainbows.
You have no idea how many thousands of times I have whispered to myself 'don’t give up'.