We fell asleep as lovers do, listening to the raindrops pitter-patter on the old tin roof, hands entwined and souls secretly smiling.

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

GratitudeTake nothing for granted. Even a rock will eventually surrender to the sea and love can slip away like sand through fingers.

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.

Her kisses were the wings of butterflies, beating softly upon lips of crushed petals.