You are the quiet in my chaos,the breath I don’t notice until it’s gone.Every road I walksomehow curves back to you. When the night leans heavy on my chest,your name is the light I reach for.I don’t need the whole world—just the way your heart remembers mine. If I am a song, you are the meaning.

The moment I loved you,the colors inside me shifted without asking.The sky fell silent, then burst into flames,and my sky-blue notebookfilled with blazing red sentencesI didn’t know I was brave enough to write. My heart became a fire scene—not destruction, but warmth,a place where fear burned awayand only truth survived.My words turned into embers,

Happiness is often misunderstood. We are taught to chase it—as if it lives somewhere in the future, waiting for us to arrive once we achieve enough, earn enough, or become enough. But happiness doesn’t work that way. It is not a finish line. It is a daily practice. True happiness lives in the present moment. It shows up quietly, not in grand celebrations or perfect circumstances, but in ordinary experiences we often overlook.

Let me be the ink that traces your name—not only on paper, but softly along the walls of a heart that has waited too long to speak yours aloud. I don’t know how it’s possible that someone like you— so radiant, so quietly soulful— has never been given a letter folded with trembling hands, sealed with something more sincere than just a kiss.

As we celebrate Christmas, we pause to reflect on the values that bring us together—faith, family, generosity, compassion, and hope. Christmas is a reminder that even in challenging times, light finds its way through kindness, service, and community. It is a season that calls us to look out for one another, to lift up those in need, and to recommit ourselves to the simple but powerful act of caring.

Your love doesn’t rush—it stays.It listens.It knows me in ways words never could. In your presence, I am softer,braver,more myself than I ever was alone. When the world feels heavy,you are my calm.When days feel uncertain,you are my sure thing. I don’t love you for who you wereor who you might become—I love you for who you are,and for choosing methe way I choose youevery single day.

May I have this dance— not just the one beneath the lights, but the quiet one that begins when the music softens and the world forgets to watch. Let me take your hand the way dawn takes the night— without hurry, without force, only promise. We will move between heartbeats, step for step, breath for breath, learning each other’s rhythm…

My darling one, my only one, You shine brighter than the sun. No heart on earth could ever be As full of love as mine for thee. And as my fingertips embrace Your gentle lines of grace, I thank the heavens up above — No one on earth deserves such love. I love you more than words can show, More than anyone could ever know.

You have beautiful eyes— the kind that make the world fall quiet just to admire them. When you look at me, it feels like the universe pauses, as if your gaze is its only command. There is warmth in your eyes— a tenderness that steals my breath, a spark that finds the parts of me I thought were long forgotten.

Thanksgiving has come and gone, but its spirit still lingers—the smell of warm meals, the sound of familiar voices, and the rare pause in our hectic lives that reminds us what truly matters. As we ease back into our routines, the question becomes: How do we carry Thanksgiving forward, instead of letting it fade into the background of holiday noise?

Thanksgiving isn’t just a date on the calendar—it’s a moment to pause, breathe, and truly acknowledge the people and places that shape our daily lives. In a year filled with challenges, uncertainty, and constant demands on our attention, this season invites us to step back and recognize what matters most: each other. As I reflect on the months behind us, I’m reminded that gratitude is more than a feeling; it’s an act of leadership.

Listen Oh beautiful one, listen…Let me have the right to call you mine,Or take my breath away, if you choose..For when my eyes met yours,the world forgot to move,and my lips forgot to speak.It’s as though when God created you,He rested afterward, content,for He had poured every ounce of graceinto your form and soul.

From the first glance, I felt a spark. A quiet fire within my heart. I watched you smile from near and far and knew my life would change its part. Through the nights I held my pain, Hoping  you would feel the same. Every word I did not say still lingers softly to this day. I've loved you though you may not know.

When you smile, the night turns bright. Your gentle lies make the stars ignite. Every dream I've wished has come true. Since the day I fell in love with you. Through the rain. Through endless skies. I see tomorrow when I see your eyes. No fear, no sorrow can drift us apart. You're the rhythm that beats in my heart.

Tonight, 24 years ago, the world changed in the blink of an eye. 246 people went to sleep that night in preparation for their morning flights, unaware that their journeys would end in tragedy.2,606 went to sleep expecting to wake up for work, to continue their routines, to embrace life’s small moments.343 firefighters went to sleep ready to answer the call of duty.

You will be my love, Forever, I know, I’ll be your man, With every breath, I’ll grow. Love is like a storm, A tempest wild and free, In its winds, we are lost, But still, you’re here with me. The world may bend and break, But in your arms, I stand, You are my heart’s home, The world’s a distant land.

I will remember the kisses,our lips raw with love,the way your breathtangled with minelike smoke that refused to rise. I will rememberhow you gave me everything—the unguarded laughter,the sudden silences,the trembling handthat reached for mewhen the night was too heavy. And I will rememberhow I had little left to give,

It is sad and painful to hear and to know that this is how we parted from our hearts. And all the best. May I remain to remember the early moments that we are going through and I will never forget to hear your glory and feel the heartache. We will never be forgotten. I wander through the streets at dusk,