Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
For once in my life, I don’t have to try to be happy. When I’m with you, it just happens.
Accept what is, let go of what was, and have faith in what will be.
And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. I’d find you and I’d choose you.
Love flies, runs, and rejoices; it is free and nothing can hold it back.
She’s a strong cup of black coffee in a world that is drunk on the cheap wine and shallow love
For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.