She saw him. He saw her back. Their love filled a tennis court.
We’re dancing and laughing because we can’t believe we get to be here and feel this happy.
They don’t know how you are at 3am, they don’t know how you like your coffee – if you even like coffee, they don’t know the reason behind that scar and that the story behind it is way more funny than tragic, they don’t know the many night that you were up late watching the same movies over and over again and that you simply can’t stand asparagus.
Listening to what they say with attentiveness.
Who knew innocent smiles and unlooked-for touches can feel like sunshine breaking on your skin? But let me ask you, can I be your high too?
You have the keys to my heart and soul yet you can’t get in. You are holding my secrets but you can’t hold my hand.
You don’t know his heart now. Because he tore it away from you, because you were no longer good enough to own something so valuable, because when he stole back his heart, he stole yours along with it.
If you’re having a hard time, people want to help out. Even if you are celebrating a special occasion, people want to join in.
A solo trip to LA provided much opportunity to use Uber’s car service. Little did I know each trip was a humble human experience in itself.
What is it about strangers that make us compelled to open up and share our stories?