David Alan Royster

Sometimes I feel like a kid wanting nothing more than to squeeze you tight and call you mine.

Everything in life I’ve worked hard for; what makes you think I’d do you different?

My heart must be bigger than my brain – blocking it out of all my decisions, so that I cannot think past the way I feel.

The best thing that’s ever happened to me is still happening.

If your love is not as strong as a tidal wave, I will not be moved.

Trust. Above all, I ask for trust. You won’t know every thought that crosses my mind, but just know that they’re all for us.

Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect.

Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

All we do is drive. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.

They are different now than they were. My mother never had to say she was a queen to be one. I instinctively knew. So it makes sense now that I am sorely confused by the women who try to convince me with words.

The best thing that’s ever happened to me is still happening.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch.

To live is like to love – all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

A happy love needs to be reciprocated.