Jesus, languages & poetry.

“...and in my head, i keep building memories we never had.”

“maybe the heart is meant to be broken a little at times; i hate that pain but somehow it keeps coming back.”

“i don’t know what

“i miss the moments we never got to experience together. i miss not going to the park with you, the scary rides we never got to ride, the hot summer nights we never got to be together, the road trips we never went to, the concerts we never got to scream our lungs out of tunes, the beach days we never got a sunburn from, the rainy days we never spent cuddling inside, the kisses under the mistletoe, the new year’s eve parties and everything we never got the chance to do together.”

“i hope someday our paths cross and catch up on everything, like strangers with long lost memories and a reminiscent love.”

“i don’t know how you got in my head and somehow you’ve made it your home.”

“i heard somewhere

“...and after you’ve gone, the pieces of me that you built remains.”

“all the emotions that you’ve placed in me threw out all the poetry within me.”