A perfect person is easy to love. But when somebody likes all your imperfections, well, that’s when you know they really mean it.

…you never knew anybody completely. Not even yourself.

I wished on the moon, for something I never knew.

I looked for every loveliness. It all came true. I wished on the moon. . . for you.

Then there was your voiceLike a windup tin toyLike the sweetest nails on a chalkboardThat I ever heard

And I know that sounds crazy. That’s what you say at the beginning of something, not when it’s almost reached its end. But – I don’t care. I just want to be with you. Maybe...

Butterfly causing a tsunami with on beat of its wing.