BOOK WORM. TATTOO LOVER.
PHOTOGRAPHER. FOOD ADDICT.
“Words like air and lips like oxygen. He breathes life into my soul and all I want is to inhabit his.”
“But what happens when he is your romeo and you are not his juliet?”
“You weren’t just a star to me,
you were my whole damn sky.”
I wake up each
more of you.
First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now
it is your heart.
Now, it is always
“Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it’s an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.”
Nicholas Sparks, Message in A Bottle