Peace is love in its most graceful state.

Vulnerability starts at birth. We emerge from the womb cold, naked and crying, just hoping to be held in a warm embrace.

Love wins every, single, time when we join hands and fight for it just like it fights for us. Even islands are connected by water. Nature knows that without connection, there is no love and without love, there is no survival.

The pain broke through the skin, dismantled her pores, and ate away at everything that was once strong. She was laid bare with nothing to cling to.

Deep yearning isn’t deep love; it is all the unmet expectations rising to the surface of your soul.

Let us never get so jaded by the complexities of life that we forget the sweetness, pureness, innocence of love at first bloom.

Ready to feel again. Ready to trust again. Ready to love again. The heart gets knocked down but it does not stay down.

It takes a deep and abiding love for yourself to have the patience to wait for the companion who is mentally healthy enough to see the beauty in your heart. No filters required.

I looked at you and only saw beautiful because legendary is the ability of a woman’s mind to weave fields of roses from thorns.