We were in and out of hotel rooms, backpacking through cities with skyscrapers and hiking mountains at dawn. And I fell in love with the way the sun touched your legs in the morning, how they draped over mine. No photograph would be enough to contain the memory I have of falling in love with you over and over again.

Love story love

is really just the kind of love

when you find someone

who is compatible

with your own core values

I am more a hurricane than a gentle breeze some days. People bother me, annoy me with opinions that don’t make sense and that don’t add any balance to the world. I’m sick of everyone fighting, everyone waiting for their turn, instead of actual equality. I don’t feel like being kind, I don’t feel like being polite, I feel like screaming and cursing, moving the universe from sight. But then I am reminded of the littlest things in life, like the way bees make honey, and ants appear before rain, the way children say funny things, and how some musicians stay humble even after fame. I suppose even on the hurricane days, it’s better to stay kind, for anger and bitterness really have no balance of mind.

You never need to give an apology

to someone who didn’t want your heart

as much as your body

We grow old, and we always lose something. A lover, an old friend, a way of being. But shedding layers isn’t always a bad thing. Remove what doesn’t help you grow, instead let light and love in.

It’s when your heart aligns with theirs. That’s what love is. It won’t matter how much you want a person, if their heart is somewhere else, lost, miles away, it won’t work. Your heart cannot beat when another heart isn’t on the same page.

It’s hard not to fall in love with someone who looks at you one day and says, “Thank you for letting me be myself.”

Some people need to lose someone before they understand that person’s value. But I don’t need that. I appreciate you, I need you, I couldn’t imagine any day without you.

The way you strum that guitar, how those strings somehow make a melody. I wish I could write down all these feelings for you, but my heart feels too full. So, in case you were wondering, my heart has been yours for a long, long time.

How would I live this life without you? The way you make coffee on Saturdays, in the mug you bought, simply because it reminded you of me.