But our love isn’t easy because it’s not meant to be. It requires work and sacrifice and protection. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, not right now, with the morning sun making the curtains glow and Her arms around my neck and the sounds of the street so far away. I’m in it for the long haul, I’m not going away.

He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.

Sometimes its good to come back when you least expect to.

Long live the car crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45

What are you looking at?” she asks. What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes.

My wife and I have created our own language. We can be at a table with six other people and have an argument without anyone knowing. It doesn't even have to be out loud. It's bizarre.

Music never leaves you alone, and punk rock will always be there when nothing else will.