No matter who I am with or how many years go by or how happily in love I seem to be, there will always be a part of my soul and my heart that will never belong to anyone else.
I reread the same books that make me feel a million things, over and over again. I carry two around in my purse, just in case I have a second to stop and relive the words.
Your heart is my home and my forever shelter where the darkest hours turn into the brightest form of daylight.
I’m done pretending like I don’t miss you, just because somewhere along the line, someone decided I wasn’t supposed to.
Ahhh, the charm of dead frozen children. You know, there were actually a LOT of dead kids in this show.
We have been on top of mountains and we have been pulled into undercurrents, sucked into riptides. We all have perspectives of the beautiful and magical parts of life, as well as the sides that are dark and not as kind.
I’m always terrified my baggage is what will take down the plane,
The only means I have to travel somewhere new.
I’m at a place where I can look back at our friendship and be grateful for the time that we did have together and all of the support you provided me during some of my most influential years.
If you ever leave me, I will remember the moment I fell in love with you. I will remember the way everything felt like slow motion and warp speed all at once.
Each traveler handles the “bon voyage” to their voyage differently, but at one point or another, those living with hopeless wanderlust will undoubtedly have one (or all) of these post-vacation thoughts.