I knew from the moment that I met you there was a storm brewing in our hearts. 

It is bittersweet, and it makes you feel real.

He is a forest. So calm, so serene.

I think of you in colors because it’s easier to paint a picture of “us” and then translate it into words.

Love is like dancing. Doing it right requires shelving any concern about how ridiculous you might look in the process.

It’s like I couldn’t get enough – one day wasn’t enough. One kiss wasn’t enough. One night wrapped in your arms wasn’t enough.

The fact of life is this, it means nothing, yet it means everything, but it’s the individual’s job to provide the meaning or the lack of it.

Quitting him was like quitting smoking. But when you really think about it you compared him to something that causes cancer, so how good could he really have been for you?

Loving you is like riding a bicycle. I’ll have to expect to get a few scraped knees before I really get the hang of it.

Yet quickly, the sun would become a synonym for you. For the comfort you provide me with, for the way there would be no me without you. The sun would become you within a few sentences.