“Never the way she looked always the way she was I could have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I look at her sometimes and wonder out of all the faces in the world how did I find one that was so perfect for me.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“poetry to me is stumbling around in the dark searching for the right words to describe that feeling I get when she smiles in her sleep.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I felt her so intensely words seemed unfit I needed to paint her grab colors with my hands and throw it at the canvas 'there' I would point 'this is my love for you.''”— Atticus, instagram.com
“From the day we met to the day we died she would exist infinitely in my heart and mind.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She turned my heart to ash arrived to me on a bright red comet a chariot to trample my soul into the sand leaving glass for me to walk upon— and yet I loved her feeling because it was a feeling and it was so finally true it hurt more than the rest had hurt before but inside it made me burn I was ali…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“She was herself and the world loved her for it falling for her truth just like I had.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I love her because she steals my socks, I love her because when I find her in them they never match, I love her because they are too big and they grey part for the heel sits far too high but she doesn't notice. I love her because she wears them to sleep and one always falls off and she wakes up in t…”— Atticus, instagram.com
“Holding her was never enough I needed to melt her into me to mix our colors like paint to fuse our atoms and make us one— but that as well would never be enough.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“The most beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“When I saw you first, it took every ounce of me not to kiss you. When I saw you laugh, it took every ounce of me not to fall in love. And when I saw your soul— it took every ounce of me.”— Atticus, instagram.com
“I wait to feel this intensity, and I meet it with a burning passion as I light up the sky with my luster, my brightness, my radiance.”— Alexis Agape, thoughtcatalog.com