We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied
She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.
How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?
Love wins, love always wins.