You wrapped your arms around me, pressing your body against mine and in that moment of perfection I knew we were meant to be. And I never wanted you to let me go.
A friend is someone that knows everything about you and loves you anyway.
I don't count the number of friends I have, but the number of friends I can count on.
I don't know which is worse, loving someone knowing its going to cause you pain or being in pain because you can't love someone.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this good-bye is both a good-bye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come. When I look at you I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And now I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we've been forced to say good-bye. I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we've had before...
Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
When your sure you've had enough of this life... don't let yourself go... because everybody cries... everybody hurts sometimes... sometimes everything is wrong.
Maybe it's the way you grab my hand and hold it... or the way you kiss me... or maybe it's the way you let me put my arms around you... maybe it's the way you look at me... and your smile just makes me melt... maybe it's the way we can talk on the phone for hours... about absolutely nothing but I still feel like I just had the best conversation of my whole life... maybe it's the way that I want to break down and cry when I think about how you hold me up on a pedestal... maybe that's it... that makes me want you so much.
All I'm asking for is one night together. Just you and me. All alone. And if you can honestly say you don't feel anything for me after that night, I will finally let you go.
He kisses me long and bittersweet. He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat. We are a study of contrasts, hard to soft, fair to dark, frantic to smooth, and yet there is something about the fit of us that makes me realise neither of us would be quite right without the other. We are a Mobius strip, two continuous bodies, an impossible tangle.
When I'm kissing you the whole world disappears. It's just me and you connected. There is no right or wrong. There is no up or down. There is no day or night. Just you and me and this beautiful oblivion. I wish I could stay here forever.
I just thought I'd let you know... you're my best friend and that's okay, but I wanna see you night and day, and wake up holding you right by my side.