It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.

She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.

But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.

I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.