Your memory feels like home to me so whenever my mind wanders it always finds its way back to you

I never dreamed anyone could love me the way that she did. And even when she proved it to me time and time again - I still could hardly believe it was true.

When the sun has set no candle can replace it

When will our eyes meet, when can I touch you, when will this strong urging end and when will I hold you again?

Nothing that is worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that