" Love is a violent flower; blooming in the middle of my bones, and loving her was something else,

it was some kind of heat rain that was meant to flood my empty soul"

Once day, whether you

are 14,

28

or 65

you will stumble upon someone 

who will start

a fire in you

that cannot die.

However, the saddest,

most awful truth you will

ever come to find-

is they are not always

with whom we spend our lives.


SJY