when i think about the past and how much happier i was back then.
We used to laugh together
When you approached me, my first thought was, I hate his sweatshirt.
When people talk about visiting a place they might say it was awesome, or really colorful or something, but most of the time they don’t mention how their legs ached from walking fifteen miles in one day. How the seagulls called to one another or how lanterns swung back and forth overhead in the warm summer breeze along narrow foreign streets.
It is hard to know what the future holds; where we will be years from now. What I do know is that the well-known saying, “Home is where the heart is,” rings truer and truer to me as each year passes.
It seems odd to be grateful for something like jealousy. Don’t take for granted what it tells you about yourself and others.
We will start our new lives, finding independence once again and while we physically are leaving something so great behind, we can always bring the memories with us.
Tell her you love her, that you have never loved anyone else the way you love her.
I remember when I first saw you. I remember the butterflies and time standing still and not being able to take my eyes off of you.
When will this road end? Will we still stay together when we reach the end of our lives? I want to live in the moment with you, breathe in the evening air lit by the setting sun