He kissed me like I was the last drop of water, making sure he knew how each droplet tasted and how each one felt in his mouth.

I was that waterfall in winter,I was there but frozenI couldn’t reach you, knowingYou were waiting down the river

Old pains whine once in a while, but fresh ones roar through the numbness.

My love isn’t destroying me. It’s giving me strength. When two people love each other, that love can cripple you, the other person can cripple you because that love is divided between two persons. My love isn’t unrequited either. Unrequited love is where no one holds power to destroy you but yourself. Mine is incomplete, and there’s a difference. An incomplete love holds on to hope until the very end.

You’re heartbeat is my music, Phoenix, and your smiles are my lyrics.