DEWY MOON

“After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… That you really are strong And you really do have worth… And you learn and learn… With every good-bye you learn.”

“There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.”

— because it was my crime to have no one on Earth who cared for me, or loved me.

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Somehow I have a special place in my heart for the ocean. I like the way the water changes from one mood to another – from high waves on dark, stormy days, to tranquil ripples on sunny days.

To love another is something / like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall / into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? ..‘No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.

It’s better to break your own heart by leaving, rather than having that person break your heart every day you’re with them.

Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.

I have so much of you in my heart.

I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.

I want to look back and say that I was alive. That I didn’t turn my back. That I tried. That I was happy.