Oh Love, whenever I hear your name, I hear the heartbeat of every lifetime all at once. I feel the heartbeat of the universe the way I get extreme earthquake shocks but completely safe.

You are a song I could listen to over and over again although I’m convinced it had played in my head a many times before.

A wounded heart that loves even more is immortal, it only survives and blooms time after time. If you happen to live in it, there’s no safer place in the world than its beating.

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged.

Loving you feels like my commitment to eternity a long time ago.

If we all die and become stars then I must believe that our souls live in the stars. Now I know why people look up to the sky when they think of someone they wish to see.

May you always think of me, and remember me when love is where you want to come home.

Like petals what’s beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly.

Miracle: to love more with an irreparable heartache.

Maybe we are stars apart from each other, that there’s an invisible line connecting us. I’d like to think we are together in one constellation.