I woke up this morning still in love with you. How very frustrating.
Let me be the person that tells you, every single morning, that you are both beautiful and remarkable.
You tell me to keep singing, I am singing. I’ve never stopped.
You called yourself a failure because you chipped a finger nail. That’s when I knew I needed so much more than you; and you needed so much less of me.
Some day people will ask, 'what inspires you the most?' I will turn, look at you, and without having to say one word, they all will know my answer.
You tell me that love is not always beautiful; a lie betrayed each time I look into your eyes.
Each day for 40 years, he asked her to marry him, and on each day for 40 years, she said ‘yes’. She once asked him, ‘after 40 years of marriage, why do you still ask?’ ‘Just in case you’ve changed your mind,’ he replied, ‘just in case, you’ve changed your mind.’
You freed me. With you, my limited world, became limitless; and all that was impossible, suddenly became possible.
I took your hand and squeezed it so hard, I thought I'd die. In not letting go, I didn't realise that I klled you instead.
Unable to hold back my tears, as I packed a suitcase. 'Why are you leaving? This just makes no fucking sense!' You are yelling, taking things out of the suitcase, as I put them in. I have to admit, it made no sense. None whatsoever. I am in love with you. There is no doubt … Continue reading The Long Goodbye
You are terrified of growing old and having things sag; I am terrified of growing old and saggy without you.