... and my life on this little planet we call earth will not be fulfilled until the day you die.

I'm just a kid who ***** up everything except the part where the love of his life came through and told him everything was gonna be fine... and she was right.

Watching the flowers grow and feeling love in your heart are two prime examples of how beautiful the world can be sometimes

Falling out of love, being hated for no specific reason, watching a loved one die, and being lonely are a few prime examples of how cruel the world is sometimes

There are many other examples for both of those and I can't think of them off of the top of my head

I've always heard the term "the world is a beautiful/cruel place sometimes"and I was always prepared to experience both

I've had my heart broken, I've watched something/someone die, I've been lonely for the longest amount of time I can think of... But those are just the cruel things

I've felt loved, I've watched the flowers grow, I've watched the sun rise at 6 am, I've felt less lonely surrounded by people I can call my friends... And those are the beautiful things

Keep that term in mind, "The world is a beautiful/cruel place sometimes"

I hate knowing you breathe the same air as me.

Our love isn't based on us sitting behind other screens sitting 939 miles away

Our love is based on the way our hearts feel no matter the distance

I don't need to touch your skin to know the warmth of your beauty

All I need is a photo of you and my eyes looking at them and my mouth smiling

(J.A.)

Even though I'm 939 miles away I always imagine you're by my side every night before I sleep

The only place I'm with you side by side is in my dreams

If that's the only place I'll ever see you then I guess I'll sleep forever

(J.A.)

Climbing this mountain that I call my life is on my list of things to do before I die

If I fall off the edge, "help" is the only word I'll cry

And the only question I can ask myself is "why?"

Why did I let myself fall off the edge?

I'm sure we've all fallen off the edge at least one point in our lives

But I'm sure we've all had someone to help pull us back to the spot we were in

We're all just leaves blowing along, slowly going wherever the wind takes us

And wherever it takes us is where we're destined to be

(J.A.)