Don’t use someone else to forget her. Don’t shut every door to keep from feeling. The feeling is what keeps you moving, keeps you searching. Memory is what makes us stronger, more determined. You need to feel, all of it; you are never a burden.

It hurts to feel as though no one understands your secrets. As though you are the keeper of all these thoughts and nobody else could ever feel them too. But sometimes, on a rainy afternoon, you pick up a book and read it with some wine, and for the first time, someone understands. That even if the sun is shining, you don’t feel the glow. But it’s okay, because someone else in the world knows.

She saw her reflection in a snow globe, a different world inside. She’s been afraid of changing, casting light upon shadows. But even tiny sparrows must leave home behind and seek the hills beyond.

Moments make us older, now I’m further away from who I was. I’m taking things slow, but I am still a child at heart, some things I barely know.

We’re all happy and lonely, going and getting at the same time. We’re chasing all the love and dreams we hope to find.

There are all these things you think you don’t deserve. You wonder why all these roads are leading nowhere. But find me at the end of the tunnel, listen as my heart beats to the sound of your name. Listen as I promise, you deserve everything, especially to love again.

All the moments I feel like I’m drifting away from myself, I know your love and the way you make me feel is like nobody else.

You’re the color

of my cure,

the light I adore.

You’re the courage

I find in every day.

I would follow you

through the dark,

to any place,

with you

I want to stay.

In the times I felt most alone, I loved more than I have ever known.

You will feel lost for a while, like moments stopped in time. But it will be okay, you’ll pick up the pieces and be just fine. I know it hurts, and instead of sleeping, you’re dreaming of somewhere else. But the night is yours, please look after yourself.

Some of us sleep so soundly, with an arm around our waist, while others dread the night, lying awake thinking about someone we want so badly, it keeps us watching the clock.

But I wonder for all the nights

I am

wanting, needing, hoping

for you

If I spent all these moments

wanting, needing, hoping

for all the things I deserve

would I still be awake?