“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Read more

A kind of light

“A kind of light spread out

from her. And everything

changed color. And the world

opened out. And a day was

good to waken to. And there

were no limits to anything.

And the people of the world

were good and handsome.

And I was not afraid any more.”

~John Steinbeck, East of Eden


His presence

” He had not touched me.

He did not need to.

His presence had affected me

in such a way that I felt

as if he had caressed me

for a long time.”

~ Anaïs Nin


The dreamer in her

“I saw

the dreamer in her

had fallen in love with me

and she did not know it.

that moment the dreamer in me

fell in love with her,

and I knew it.”

~Ted Hughes




‘I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.’…Somewhere lost inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.”

― F. Scott FitzgeraldMagnetism

One, without the other?

“For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping. Read more

Four things


Four things you cannot recover:
The stone…after the throw.
The word…after it’s said.
The occasion…after it’s missed.
The time…after it’s gone.




Pulls us closer

There’s a moment between a glance, and a kiss, where the world stops, for the briefest of times. And the only thing between us is the anticipation of your lips on mine.  A moment, so intense, it hangs in the air as it pulls us closer.A moment, so perfect, that when it comes to an end, we realize; it’s only the beginning.