the world was right again

He kissed me, and with his lips on mine, the world was right again.

this love

It's the kind of feeling you can't ignore, so as dificult as it is, we keep going.

not a miracle

He needed a miracle and a miracle he got but not in a right way, it was clear to me and to everyone around. Miracles aren't miracles when you have strings to pull.

face the world

How did this not happen before? I guess we had to experience the world on our own, so when we met again with our lessons learned, we'd be ready face the world together.

simple/complicated

Loving him was simple, everything else around us was complicated.

the canvas

From the moment I was born I was taught to paint whatever seemed fit for myself, it was permanent and sometimes colors overlapped through the years, never regretted anything it was just a build-up for the final result. You were always a clear canvas, available, asking others to paint for you, to make-up your story and when they left you just went blank again. 

wherever you are

Wherever you are, that's where my heart longs to be. 

funny valentine

Isn't it funny? We base the health of our relationships in a single day, marketing at its best. Even knowing that doing so is wrong, the red and pink hearts everywhere tend to cloud us.