“I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.”

“I've been toldthat people in the armydo more by 7:00 amthan I doin an entire dayBut if I wakeat 6:59 amand turn to youto trace the outline of your lipswith mineI will have done enoughand killed no onein the process.”

“A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.”

“I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you”

“And as for romance? Well, I want that too.I want to fall asleep next to you, 100 times a night,so I can know you 100 times better before we hit the day light. And despite all of this,I also want amnesia so I can relive each kiss with a perfect newnessthat leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. I want the sky to fracture underthe impossible weight of an apology because I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I want so much.I'm sorry that I'm using "I'm sorry" as a crutch to lean on for so longbut if you sing me that song of sweet logic again then I promise to make the effortto stand on my own. There is a reason that our hearts are more like a muscleand less like a bone. I've known so many people who've have grown up flexingin front of mirrors and falling for their own reflection as if that's adequate but that's bullshit.Because we only get now until the time we go and if they've only got time to love themselvesthen nobody is going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo.So lady, don't expect an apology when I tell you I'm only held togetherby a heart that pumps blue, it's the strongest muscle in my body and I'm flexing it for you”

“And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muttle through the awkward stage of i like you and you like me, but when we both finally said 'yes' life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. and, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. lady, i don't have to study you to be sure. you're the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were”

“I you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer, stare a little longer. Because there is something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it THEY WERE WRONG.”