Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half...

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I’ve overdose from the idea of loving you.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with...

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.