Part Of Love Is Letting A Person

I Want To Write My Life. I Want To Be Able To Write My Life. You Are A Second Away From Saying It. You Have No Idea How Much I Love You.

Maybe, It's Not The Distance That's The Problem, But How You Handle It.

I Have No Idea How He Knows When I Need Him. We Can Go Weeks Without Speaking, And Then, When My Blue Moods Threaten To Turn Black, He Will Show Up And Tell Me My Moods Are Azure Indigo Cerulean Cobalt Periwinkle And Suddenly The Blue Will Not Seem So Dark, More Like The Color Of A Noon-bright Sky. He Brings The Sun.

We Pencil-sketch Our Previous Life So We Can Contrast It To The Technicolor Of The Moment.

Having Someone Think Of Me That Way Was Like Discovering A New Window In The Room I'd Lived In All My Life.