It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hopethat things will go on and get betterand that things and people and views are still out there, yet to be found.

It’s your bones against mine.The slight curve in your spineand it’s Sunday:I don’t have to think about suicide.

The only romance worth fighting for is the one with yourself.

My favorite place in the world is next to you.

There is a switch in the air tonight. It’s not suffocating, like breakups all those years ago, but clean and clear. He does not want me anymore so I tilt my head, take a breath and say, “Okay. I understand.”It’s calm now. My heart didn’t break, it kept on beating like a stoic marching forward without looking back, and I will be a writer now.I love so many people, still.I think I will write about them forever.