My spirit is free. My heart is taken.
I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.
As I prefer to see it, there has never been an epic love story that involved significant amounts of self-control.
Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.
I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.
You might never comprehend my madness. But it stands behind my undying love for you. You're the object of my everything. I’m sorry I’ve been stupid lately.
I am not being overly harsh. Overtly hostile, yes, but exactly the right amount of harsh.
I can cross my arms and I can cross my legs, but nothing seems to cross my mind.
If everyone could just live near the ocean, I think we'd all be happier. It's hard to be down about anything knee deep in the sand.
Twitter has the sustained ability to not get all touchy when I forget to “favorite” and thus had me at the first entirely inappropriate tweet flung my way.
Sometime all you need is love ... Oh wait! And ice cream, and chocolate to go along with it as nowadays love is anything but sweet.
You’re nothing more than poison in my veins.
One day I realized a new found superpower was bestowed upon me. I could walk straight on sidewalks.
My lips still quiver when I think about her smile.
The distance between you and me disappears with us.
But darling yesterday I was a different person, today I see you for what you are.
Why we love with close hearts Why we love with souls apart Let the love flow from hearts to souls, Let the world glow
I write because he needs to know.
Like so many colours, like so many flavours, like so many fragrance, English grammar should be a personal choice.
I can barely read my hand written notes, typed.
When inside of her, he’s beside himself.
