little moments.

To those moments. Reminding you of what love feels like, dropping down heavily like pouring rain from grey skies-  not able to hold back any longer,  endless nights  and caring texts. Love may ask you to love boldly, fearlessly,  run wildly it’s path but it sure will never ask you to loose your very own heart

. And when I find myself once again -I hope you’ll be there crossing my path. I love the way you make me feel like the fragility of our story has its purest meaning. You are the only choice I will ever make and the leap of faith I will always take.

I never ever want to cage you in ...

“you are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting”