I am a fisherman among farmers, and as a farmer what I grow... - Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE
"I am a fisherman among farmers, and as a farmer what I grow is tired of waiting for her to love me."
"I am a fisherman among farmers, and as a farmer what I grow is tired of waiting for her to love me."
"If I could make tea out of your love, would it be hot, or iced? Would it be black, or green? Would it be sweet, or unsweet? Would you offer free refills?"
"She moves through my memory the way the gentle river waves turn the setting sun's rays into a nostalgic light show."
"Every day I think today could be my last day. My only fear is dying without telling her I love her one more time. All I pray for is one more time."
"I was gardening when I saw this snail/slug thing disguised as a leaf. Ah, isn't fall a wonderful time to slowly fall in love?"
"I can't throw away cologne because that is Nostalgia in a Bottle, the scent of yesterday, and it reminds me of her more clearly than her picture."