Love is seeing the beauty that others don’t see, and being enthralled by it completely.

In moment of death. And weakness. I think of you— even if you’re the cause.

If you love someone you also love all the “shadows” inside of the other person.

Love is the incurable disease that makes idiots out of otherwise intelligent men and women.

Love is not lust nor loyalty,

But a beautiful mess

two people sort out together

And now

because of you

I know I have a heart

I wish I didn’t

a giving thing. It winds around my deepest dark to spark light that emits hope.

Love is...

a promise for the future,

but often meaningless

when said by a suitor.

Even the worst days have a silver lining. You will always be my silver lining.