Her lips were burning with the lies she spoke and yet, he longed to kiss the fire.

We will grow old and die, eventually.Then I'll see you in Heaven.

What I know about love, I can write on the head of a matchstick.

I was feeling like I was floating two inches above the sidewalk every step of the way. Feeling, almost, a magnetic pull back towards her and I wondered at all, if she felt it too.

Like a consolation prize, the broken heart is often granted wisdom.

My whole marriage to her, I finally realized, was a placeholder, leading me to this very day.