Of all those numberless little fortunes that led me to you. A broken alarm clock, a delayed train, a sudden downpour, and there we were. You and I, sharing coffee, our whole lives ahead of us.
Little Burning Lights
We sit in silence and watch the stars. I suppose because there are no words, not in all the languages on earth, that can properly describe the feeling of being in love, and perhaps those little burning lights out there in the dark are the closest we come to something that does.
Goodbyes are important. They are how we know we are doing the right thing. If they come easy, then by all means leave and never look back. But if you open your mouth and feel the words get stuck like glue in your throat, you are making a terrible mistake.
You don’t know distance
until you’ve shared your bed
with someone who’s falling
out of love with you.