romance journal

“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between sounds—but I think of you always in those intervals.”

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

“Her smell was incurable for my heart. And like fresh cut grass she reminded me of an old, long forgotten, faded dream. A sort of tenderness for home. For the first time in my young and vulnerable life, everything seemed possible, everything seemed in reach, as long as I managed to love her with all my ability and beyond.”

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”