When you make the choice not to fight the currents of your feelings you allow them to take you where they need to and moving forward becomes a gentler process. Remember always to move at your own pace.
Before long, the passion wanes, the days and nights stretch on longer, and long silences take the place of laughter.
You are never too old to remain young at heart.
In the sound of your laughter, I could hear a musicians’s hands skillfully caress the silver strings of a harp. And concealed deep beneath your cautious guard lay the slow croon of a saxophone alone on the smoky stage of a dimly lit bar.
Like sundown, the closer we came to the end, the more precious and breathtaking our bond seemed to become.
It could only have lasted a handful of moments, but as I searched your watchful gaze, something with the shape of recognition surged between us, and by the time it was over, we both agreed, we would know each other very well.
Live like this—with a full, hungry heart, and a curiousness that cannot be extinguished.
Faith is a tricky thing. We can never really know with absolute certainty whether we have placed it in the right or wrong hands until it’s too late.