I'm sick and tired of being strong...

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

No matter where you go, you will always be in my heart.

There’s solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.

We only part to meet again.

I can’t close my eyes without seeing you in my dreams.

Silent people have the greatest heart.

I feel like everything i do is wrong :(

Never build your emotional life on the weaknesses of others.

Feelings that come back are feelings that never away.

You never understand it until you experience it.

Nothing, I learned, brings you into the present quite like holding hands. The past seemed irrelevant; the future, unnecessary.

Walking together, matching our footfalls. We exit the lobby like two television district attorneys gunning for justice.

Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

A morning walk gives the body a chance to forgive the trials and tribulations of yesterday, to shed its rubbish and mental clutter.

The dance called the Sardana, young men and women in a circle holding hands high, prancing with sedate vigor to music with a panpipe flavor.

This early piece of the morning is mine.

Hiking is just walking where it’s okay to pee.

When I don’t understand something, I reach up and hold God’s hand. And we walk together in silence.