We live in a period where people spend more time trying to influence people they donβt know, neglecting the people who are next to them craving their attention.
The irony of lost love is that a person discovers wisps of wisdom when addressing their bundle of pain and frayed emotions. Relationships that fan out in flames contain learning rubrics in the dying embers.
Minutes may pass into hours, and hours may pass into days, and days may pass into months and months may pass into years but my heart will keep on falling in love with you every moment!
I think sometimes we fall in love just because it feels so good to love someone, to desire them, to yearn for another human being, to cross the boundary of aloneness that is part of human existence.
The other thing about falling in love: the harder you fell, the easier it was to get hurt. Maybe thatβs why it was called falling in love; at some point there was a crash at the bottom that could shatter someone into a million pieces.
the world wants to touch your skin i want to touch your heart let me sleep in your arms a bit let me cry a bit in your arms you keep telling me that you are broken but i am the one who is shattered into pieces i have now created a season for you i have now grown the sun for you let the raindrops fall i want to remain thirsty.