Today is the day when the whole world is covered in roses and chocolates and gifts and candle lit dinners.
And I’m just here...living my best life with you.
Living my most curious, wild, mind-boggling, eye-opening, delightfully dangerous, wondrous, spontaneous, all over the place loving, caring, inspiring, raw, dreamy, ferocious, genuinely happy life with you. -Sabine Moreau, Valentine’s Day With You.
She never recognizes the four cardinal directions for her destination can’t be found on a map.
You see, she’s always been headed for happiness, and not just of any kind.
She’s headed for genuine happiness.
People were her compass.
She would stop from time to time to ask for directions;
And they all point her to one dead end after another.
Now, her limbs are numb and her heart’s weary.
She is ready to give up and settle for less.
But, she comes across a stranger with a spitting image of her own soul.
He looks at her and asks her where she’s going.
“Nowhere” She says. “I’m already there.”
-Sabine Moreau, Her Genuine Happiness.
People ask me from time to time
What's it like to love and be loved by you?
So, from time to time,
I would tell them to imagine
All the love stories in the world.
All those stories written by Shakespeare, Austen or Bronte.
All those stories people come to see in theatres, plays or operas.
All those stories people listen and sing along to.
And then I'd tell them to imagine
That even on our worst nights,
Our story can put theirs to shame.
That's exactly what it is like.
-Sabine Moreau, Our Love Story.
To The Man I love,
Thank you for falling in love with me and loving me the best way a person can possibly love.
Thank you for holding me in my sleep and always asking me about my dreams in the morning.
For the breakfasts in bed, the gentle back rubs, the random affections and attentions I always seem to require.
For listening to me sing along to Johnny and Elvis and Ella, Carole or Carly.
Or for listening to me. Period.
For making me unapologetically myself again.
For making me love life again.
And for making me love again.
-Sabine Moreau, To The Man I Love.