Trust is a paradox. It implies that it can be broken. Therefore in order to trust anyone first relies upon the fact that you mistrust them, but are willing to hand them an infinite number of possibilities to hurt you. Without that risk, trust cannot exist, and without trust love cannot live.

You are my yellow paint; my happy place; my refuge and shelter from the raging storm that is my own soul, the calm and steady voice in the darkness. You are warmth and all wanting satisfied. You are a healing hand on a broken heart; you are a soft and gentle breeze. You are my darling: you are my Sunshine.

First kisses are fascinating things. You never quite see anyone the same after your lips have met and you’ve felt their soft, wet tongue slipping between your parted lips, their sharp teeth so gentle yet insistent, pushing aside your hesitation until you reciprocate and softly explore the curves of those lips and the damp recesses of their mouth. That is, in itself, intimacy. The first kiss is what I believe to the most intimate moment of a person’s life: it is the first time you let down your gaurd and act upon desire; it is the first time you let someone in, both physically and mentally, creating a bond that will be so much harder to break than anything you’ve yet shared. The first kiss creates every subsequent embrace and all the webs of sweetly tangled feelings that go along with them. First kisses are not magic. First kisses are a force of nature.

Don't put me on a pedestal because I'm far from perfect. Put me on the ground with you, side by side, and let me fight with you and for you for the rest of my life.

You can cry away all your complicated memories That keep you up so many nights But darling save your apologies Cause I know that you're scared, But I swear you'll be alright.

Sometimes, people come in to your life without any awareness of who they will become to you, and you to them. But if, over time perhaps,  they should slip into a niche in your life that was not made to be emptied, hold them tight. Don't let go. The deepest of love is often found in the most unexpected of places.

Distance doesn't mean much to me. It's just a number: a number of miles between your arms and mine; a number of days until I see you again; a number of people who get to look at your smile each day in person- a number that does not include me. Separation doesn't mean much to me. It's just a trial, a test, and I've always been clever: I can pass a test. I can add up all those silly numbers and subtract a little bit each day; I can write essays into letters that take hours to read and reread; I can imagine all those others whose days are brightened by your the grin your face habitually wears and I can craft them into stories. I can do all that and before we know it we'll be together again.