When It Comes To Memories, The Good

I Know That The First Person I Kissed Won't Be Nearly As Important As The Last Person I Kiss.

The First Time She Kissed Me, I Truly Thought I'd Had An Aneurysm - My Pulse Was Thundering So Loud And My Senses Were Exploding. This, I Remember Thinking, The Only Word I Could Hold On To In A Sea Of Feelings.

Words Are Like Nets - We Hope They'll Cover What We Mean, But We Know They Can't Possibly Hold That Much Joy, Or Grief, Or Wonder.

Some Lessons Can't Be Taught, They Simply Have To Be Learned.

Home Is Not A Place, But Rather, The People You Love