Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

-Nicole Krauss

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

-Kate Chopin

The half life of love is forever

-Junot Diaz

It's almost like gravity when you fall in love.
You give someone a piece of you, a piece of your heart, and then the rest of your body just longs to be with that piece.
Longs to be whole again.
And no matter what the distance may be, the body craves that connection, to be united and whole.
It's physics.
It's gravity.

Do you ever wonder, ever wish for that simpler time.
That time when life just made sense.
Where the puzzle pieces all fit together and everything was a shade of rainbow.
When your hand fit perfectly in mine and we could just walk.
Walk with no destination in mind, no plans, just our present.
When the sky was the prettiest of blues, but now it’s the greyest of greys.
I’ll be honest, I miss your smile.
Your electric, light up a room smile.
I fixated on it for so many years that it is engrained inside of me.
Its pure beauty will never leave me and in my darkest hours still brings me light.
A light reminding me that there is love in this world and that love is to be fought for.
So here I am, years later beaten and bruised, but I am still fighting.
Because the ones that make the most impact, the ones that have the most effect on you are the ones to keep around.
I still yearn for you, yearn for your light.
Every day.
Thus, I am still fighting.
Losing, but fighting.
For as long as my heart beats for yours and yours only I will fight.
Fight for you.
Fight for us.

Mary Mary you're quite contrary with what you say and do.
A smile, a laugh, a heart full of warmth is what I would give to you.
You say it's your dream and contentment is your need but I feel this isn't true.
You get lost in these dreams whilst I in your eyes which are the most beatiful bluest of blues.
I have what you need but it never will be for your last lover you still do swoon.
He gave you happiness in a distant past, but I would give you the moon.
The moon, the stars, I would give you it all if I were the one that you choose.
The moon, the stars, I would give you it all, but I'm not the one that you choose.
I'm not the one that you choose.

Everything that will be, has already been created by what has been and what is.