Her kisses were the wings of butterflies, beating softly upon lips of crushed petals.
Catalog
Michael Faudet
My heart had become a broken compass. Every time I tried to leave you, I always found myself running back into your arms.
To find a love so perfect, so incredibly wonderful—such is the curse of being mortal.
To find a love so perfect, so incredibly wonderful—such is the curse of being mortal.
I’m obsessed with you. Utterly, willingly and wonderfully so.
So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and all consuming.
All it takes is three simple words to explain a complicated relationship. I love you.
She’s the exclamation mark in the happiest sentence that I could ever possibly write.
The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.
You stole my heart with ruthless kisses and empty promises.
I write because you exist.
She’s the exclamation mark in the happiest sentence that I could ever possibly write.