Danielle;

“Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Water,” the Dutchman said. “Well, and time.”

We fall in love the way we fall asleep.

Slowly at first, and then all at once.

Do you know how you can tell if you really cared for someone?

You miss them.

At the end of the day, it’s the pain of their absence that stands as a testament to how you truly feel. You might think of them and reflect fondly back on the memories you shared together, or lapse into a sweet (albeit short) nostalgic moment, or experience the most fleeting sense of wistfulness. Which is all well and good…

But when your heart feels like it’s being torn in two and your chest constricts and your thoughts all muddle together and you have to shut your eyes so tightly that little stars explode behind your eyelids - that’s when you know you had something real.

You know that place between sleep and awake; that place where you can still remember dreaming?

That’s where I will always love you.

That’s where I’ll be waiting.

I’m a new soul.

I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit ‘bout how to give and take.

Skipping beats.

Blushing cheeks. I am struggling.

Daydreaming. Bed scenes in the corner cafe.

And then I’m left in bits, recovering tectonic tremblings.

You get me every time.

Why’d you have to be so cute?

It’s impossible to ignore you.

Must you make me laugh so much?

It’s bad enough we get along so well.

Say goodnight and go.

I fall in love with potential.

Not with who someone is, but with everything they could be.

I took one big step and I looked away

And then I thought of all things that I wanted to say.

I’m always too late.

You never got your story straight.

I’m always up late.

I think I’m everything you hate.

Persuasion, by Jane Austen, as described in the movie The Lake House

“It’s about waiting. These two people, they almost fall in love but the timing isn’t right. They have to part, and then years later they meet again. They get another chance, you know? But they don’t know if too much time has passed, if they waited too long, if it’s not, you know, too late to make it work.”

They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me.

Young love murder that is what this must be.

I would give it all to not be sleeping alone.

Whispers, “Hello, I miss you quite terribly.”

I fell in love, in love with you suddenly.

Now there’s no place else I could be but here in your arms.

Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes.