That’s when I realized the ache will always resurface. Whether it’s in the supermarket over a girl you kissed who didn’t kiss you back, or a boy who told his friends about you but not his parents, or the job you missed out on, or the sad movie you watched alone on Friday night. The ache comes back around, always in the moments your heart has room; but maybe the ache has always wanted to be loved too.

She was taught to dream

to imagine castles

and sailing around the world

She was taught to live

even though things are hard

even though life can get you down

Here she was, comparing other dreams with hers, wondering if hers were big enough or bold enough or worthy enough to show off. But, darling, dreams are as big or small as you want them to be, the goal is to dream enough to be free.

Seek shelter in the arms of somebody who truly cares. Someone who pushes you to dream, who supports you, even in the moments hope is nowhere to be seen.

She is the kind of girl you spot sitting at the window of a café, with her nose buried in books, and her glasses at the tip of her nose. The kind of girl who hands you her change when you’ve left your wallet at home. She is the kind of girl who makes the smallest of moments seem like your greatest adventure.

You are home, and home can be many things. Right now, home is where I look, to cast away all the doubts I ever had.

On a windswept day, she sat at the beach. Sand whipping through her hair, salt from the sea finding her face. Her heart felt as heavy as the rocks facing the horizon. But she knew, beyond sea and sand, she would continue to carry her heart and hold her own hand.

I do not know of all your dreams, your hopes, your aspirations. But I know the feeling, to fall, to fly, and to fall again. Your wings never really break, sometimes they just need to rest.

Sometimes even in the silence, you can’t hear yourself think.

She is my soul, my heart, my life. The moment I heard her laugh, I knew I wanted her to be my wife.

Pinpoint the moment you thought you could not go on, the moment you thought all your hopes would fall short, the moment you truly believed everything you worked for would desert you, take you back to the start. That moment often changes your course, but never your heart. Harness those feelings, and use it for greatness.

Each day, she opens her eyes and the light fills the world. Inside her, how she sees galaxies in coffee cups and wildflowers blooming in notebooks. She is a vision, a bird soaring high. She is the reason hope will fly.