At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath of your touch stained my desire. Yea, it was one of those nights where I needed you the most.

I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

Technology murdered childhood.

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

Maybe I'm too late to be your first. But right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last.

If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.

I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

I started living when I learnt to be patient with myself and others, I have learnt to forgive myself and others and I have learnt to continually cheer myself when the going gets tough.