"With you, your voice can calm me, your touch can relax me, your heart beat can rest me, and your lips they can touch me. With you it isn’t about sex and it never will be. With you I want something that when I stare at the moon I think of you and how I wonder if you’re looking at it too. With you I wonder what embraces your hand because I don’t want anything to feel better than my hand in yours. With you I look in your eyes and see so much more than my world, I see my universe. With you I don’t care if you wear makeup or dress in your finest clothes because I’m with you, and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else."
"Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."
"You deserve the fucking world. You deserve all the happiness and love that you can get. You deserve better than the rest. You deserve a lifetime of happiness… Im constantly hoping I can give you that."