As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

Silence is only awkward if one cannot feel a connection with the other.

I had no desire to tell anyone I was in love. I knew and that was all that mattered. I had a theory that sharing would somehow take away the love and give it to everyone else. And I wanted it. All to myself.

I remember things like dates down to minutes, what they smelled like, how they walked and how they tug their hands in their pockets. I twine myself in nostalgia of moments and not necessarily the people in them. I long for the idea of the past and occasionally forget the present. I find myself lost in memories, just looking to recreate the moment; forgetting the past is in the past and what we have is now.

I’m not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.