⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

“I like mornings better now because they start with you.”

“I just love waking up with you next to me.”

“دو چیز طیره عقل است به وقت گفتن و گفتن به وقت خاموشی Zwei Dinge sind Merkmale der Dummheit schweigen wenn man reden soll und reden wenn man schweigen soll”

“And honestly, I love you to infinity.”

I don't feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.

"You could tell me a thousand times that you love me and I would never tire of hearing it. "I love you, my love," and my soul explodes into a smile on my lips, and I feel, God, how I feel everything. The sun has become brighter, the colors more radiant, the sky has acquired a thousand shades of blue that I never knew, music has become sweeter in my ears. It seems that I am living in a whole other universe, one that you built with your tender words of love. The euphoria is intoxicating, it is to live again, to experience everything, it is to have new hands, to have new eyes. And how to thank you for such an immense blessing? I can only give you all my love, my soul, my words. I can only give you my whole Universe."

“The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you.”

“sweet memories will never be forgotten, they will dance for eternity through your mind, tickling you with the fond light of that perfect moment. they will never fall asleep.”

“…but you know there’s something I believe. I want to try and live my life carrying all my memories with me. And even if those memories are painful, even if they do nothing but hurt me, I want to keep them. Even those memories I sometimes wish I could forget. As long as I cary them with me, as long as I can keep holding on, then someday I’ll be strong enough that those memories don’t hurt me anymore, and I’ll be glad that I have them. Thats what I believe with all my heart.”

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.”