He kissed her good morning like she was the reason sun decided to shine.

If I had known his favorite game was mental twister, I would have suggested a movie over game night.

How is it that hearts hold on to memories with the strength of hope and possibilities.

Your memory straddles my mind.

There are days when I want to dip my soul in memories and just soak. Then there are others where I'm praying they'll be washed away.

If everyone only gave a fraction of the compassion their hearts are capable of giving... how much suffering could we alleviate in this world?

You are not disposable. I know you feel that way when people choose to walk out of your life, but their emptiness causes space. And that vacant area of your life is desperately crying out for the one meant to take up residence. Let the angry tenant go. You don't want someone staying because you've begged and pleaded for their occupancy. You want the one who sees your quaking heart and says: "Honey I'm home".

That you were able to walk away, gives me my answer as plain as day.

Some people are so accepting of mediocrity, that they think that living a passion filled life is a fairytale. Prove them wrong.