We are the Music Makers.

I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.

I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.

How do you know you’re in love? Oh goodness, wildflower, you’ll know. It’s the spring creeping back up after winter. As soon as you start feeling warm just by the mention or the thought of their name, it’s got you, sweetheart. And I hope it keeps blooming.

We both know it is too tempting to leave a trail wherever you go: an echo into the dark screaming ‘I was here, I was here and I took in as much as I could.‘

The fear of getting hurt again has only led you to hurt yourself. Come out now. Come out while there’s still some living left to be done. This person who hurt you doesn’t deserve to still dictate your life decisions. Your discipline and dedication to structure is an illusion. You’re still powerless because you’re letting certain incidents define your life. If you really want to be in control again, you have to learn to let go again. It’s the only way.