R. Y.S. Perez

But, darling, I need you to know, you loving me will not heal me. Please realize, I already know that. And I do not expect it to.

I will never ask of you the impossible, I just ask you to love me in the best way you can.

It is funny how when you have been hurt in love and you fall in love again, every reason you have for loving that person is both enough and not, all at once.

Therefore, you should fall in love as often as you can. Fall in love with a thing, with a soul, with every person in your life. Fall in love with your very existence. Only then will you know you have lived.

I'm starting to learn that if things are messy, or pieces don't get put back right, they are going to hurt, either way.

I love the way you lit candles, with the insistence that I never look, just so I can open my eyes and find the light in the darkness.

Your beauty will be in shades of melanin and light.

I found there are many things women ask for in a love. Other women demand money, power, or adventure. All I pray for is that he is patient, and plead that he will love me.

Love no longer becomes a feeling - it becomes a storm.

Sleeping with books is a vicious affair, I do not believe it will ever stop.

I have this idea that writing is all about divergent thinking colliding with a hurricane of emotions.

I want to love like my grandmother, who loved a woman like Joseph loved Mary. Someone so imperfect, so human, brave enough to love someone who already knows God.

I wanted to say "don't leave me," but I'm so tired of begging people to stay.

...the hardest word to swallow is almost.

She tasted of coffee and day old poetry.

This is how you love: you do it in all the wrong ways, because that is the only way we know how.

I knew you didn't love me, but I dangerously adored you anyways.

People should love in the same way that they should write; insistently, fervently, forever.