Growing up she had become used to allowing men the ability to curve themselves into question marks around her and hold her desperately as if she were the answer. She had become afraid to admit that she is not.

Have you ever loved something so much that you never had to even think about whether you did or not? That's how I love him.

She tasted of coffee and day old poetry.

I love the way you lit candles, with the insistence that I never look, just so I can open my eyes and find the light in the darkness.

I have to remember it is not love that has hurt me; but someone who could not love me in the right way.

It is funny how when you have been hurt in love and you fall in love again, every reason you have for loving that person is both enough and not, all at once.

You are enough, you are worth it, Worth every ballad, worth every word, every action.

I will show you all the ways in which you are easy to love.

I will never ask of you the impossible, I just ask you to love me in the best way you can.