Ku'u'ipo

How do you forget? How do you not think about them anymore?

I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished … when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.

You inspired me. For that, you are worth every inch of love I had to give.

People go but how they left always stays

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Nice people don’t necessarily fall in love with nice people.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.

That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love—that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, is this the same person I lost?

Travel and tell no one, live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.

Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.