love-story

No matter how far apart we may be, no matter what dreams we may chase after individually, I want you to know that you will always be my first priority. I will always, always love you.

All this while I kept thinking where did I go wrong, all this while he wasn't mine to lose.

Build my night with your cheeks.

I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth to mouth, without the porn.

Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.

I never saw it coming; I never thought you__ leave, but baby what you gave me was the courage to find me.

Im happy to sit and be an ear to listen when the world gets wild but Id much prefer to watch the ways your eyes in sparkle in the midst of convincing me why you love the things you do. It gives me hope that someone else out there feels everything with this much depth and has the willingness to create a beautiful life from it.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

I have loved this world in ways it could never love me back.

We colour the world,Not with the darkness of our pasts, But with the rainbow of our hope.

The world needs more love at first sight.

In many ways my life has been rather like a record of the lost and found. Perhaps all lives are like that.

Hold my hands and let walk together.

My mother had been in the Soviet whirlpool for eleven years by this point. Enough time, I imagine, to unlearn the bourgeois habits of her native Brooklyn, to accustom herself to the farting and shouting of her neighbours, to doing her washing by hand in the collective tub, to keeping her dry food locked up in her wardrobe

Love is light. Light is life. Life is divine.

Always be humble and gentle with one another.

God loves all people.

And if I have the gift of prophesy, all-wisdom and great faith but without love, I am nothing.