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
They don’t understand how much they mean to you no matter how hard you have tried to show them. They don’t know that they each hold a piece of your heart and without them, you will always be incomplete.
You remembered him like it was serenity. You stop in your tracks, gaze at the sky, smiling as you begin to close your eyes; then you breathe — like it was your first.
You were my November rain. All the same as the dark gray clouds that took me by surprise each year.
Maybe we aren’t meant to become, aren’t meant to reattach, aren’t meant to rewrite the past and begin a new story.
I remember that I was impossibly happy. My heart was hers. All of me was hers.
But there I’ll be out on the balcony in a little town on the coast of Italy at 3AM with only memories of you.
Remembering the people who were once dear to our hearts is how we build a life. But how we move on when those people leave us is how we build our character and a love lost is often a lesson learned.