Then I tucked you away inside a place called Nostalgia, where you'll always remain unspoiled, somewhere between my lungs that used to breathe ocean air and my belly that fluttered with hope. --Victoria Erickson One day I'll fall in love again
Love is not grand, romantic feelings. Love is not butterflies. Love is a choice made daily to put one's needs ahead of your own. True love is not found. It does not happen by chance. True love must be cultivated. True love is built.
I will miss you always, even in the moments when you are right beside me. Time apart has planted longing inside me and I do not think it is a weed that will even stop growing. It will always live there, but my god, it grows the most spectacular flowers.