Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…” Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love there are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death. To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”. I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. Furthermore, I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.

— Coco J. Ginger

The world I held so closely, she played me like a game, I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.

— Coco J. Ginger

Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.

— Coco J. Ginger

Tricks ripped, and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly. I’m the winner in this game, unable to stoop to your level of shame. Unwilling to reply to your words of ache.

— Coco J. Ginger

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do, and often do, much, much better.

— Coco J. Ginger

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally.as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

— Coco J. Ginger

WORTHY If you ever decide to feel— feel this:I love you. I always have. I always will. Not because you're charming, beautiful or lovable. But because I choose you.Every day, I wake up, and I choose you— again, and again, and again. But if you cannot feel, and if you never feel this, then know:I do not love you. I never have. I never will. Because you're not worth my love.(Come back my love, I am drowning.)

— Coco J. Ginger

Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.

— Coco J. Ginger

You break me the hardest, make me the strongest, and keep me the softest.

— Coco J. Ginger

You cannot mistake this You cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this LoseIt is so much more

— Coco J. Ginger