Chase your stars fool, life is short. 

Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.

Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

I just need you and some sunsets. 

I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to knowthat I will be here forever loving you in dusk.