Category: beautiful

As long as you’re trying, I’m staying.

Your heart and my heart are very old friends.

I can be someone’s and still be my own.

I write because you exist.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

You deserve good things and I want to be one of them.