Permanent imprints.

It's when you hold eye contact for that second too long

or maybe the way you laugh.

It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point

when we first know "This is love."

And we clutch that picture to our hearts

because we expect each other

to always be the people in that picture.

But people change.

People aren't pictures.

And you can either take a new picture

or throw the old one away.

The Fire Within.

And I sit here in ponder

after all this while still in search for someone who would see through me.

For the very being I truly am.

And I'm still waiting,

someday you'd turn up,

whoever you are.

The best things are hard to come by.

It does not count if you believe in yourself when it's easy to believe in yourself. It does not count if you believe the world can be a better place when the future looks bright. It does not count if you think you're going to make it when the finish line is right in front of you.

It counts when it's hard to believe in yourself, when it looks like the world's going to end and you've still got a long way to go.

That's when it counts. That's when it matters the most.

Fall.

"You are not there. Somewhere in the future, suffering for something that hasn't happened yet. You are not there, in a place where all your worries manifest.

You are not there. Somewhere in the past, reliving your old mistakes and regrets. You are not there, in a place where memories resurrect.

You are here. Right here."

L.O.V.E.

"It is two people full of doubts, shortcomings, and love holding hands and jumping together. It’s a risk, fraught with the potential to fail. Three-legged races, where two people hop, stumble, get back up, and maybe hit a stride until they fall again. It’s funny yet frustrating, and I suppose that's what makes it beautiful."

-stolen from an article, the wordplay is brilliant stuff.