If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

I hear them say "Why do I miss someone I haven't even met?"
How about not missing someone because it feels like they've been with you all along?

A wounded heart that loves even more is immortal, it only survives and blooms time after time. If you happen to live in it, there's no safer place in the world than its beating.

Like petals what's beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly

Maybe we are stars apart from each other, that there's an invisible line connecting us. I'd like to think we are together in one constellation