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    Sabine Moreau
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Roots and Wings.
Roots and Wings.
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.
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.
Fluent.
Fluent.
Nothing But Us.
Nothing But Us.
You make me want to lose sleep. You make me want to lose sleep a million times over. Cause, for once, my reality is better than all of my sweetest dreams. -Sabine Moreau, Sweet Reality.
You make me want to lose sleep. You make me want to lose sleep a million times over. Cause, for once, my reality is better than all of my sweetest dreams. -Sabine Moreau, Sweet Reality.
The Only Way I Can Ever Describe You.
The Only Way I Can Ever Describe You.
Beast.
Beast.
Loving you is like having all my favourite poems drowned together in the sweetest of coincidences of love and dreams and hopes of second chances. -Sabine Moreau, Loving You.
Loving you is like having all my favourite poems drowned together in the sweetest of coincidences of love and dreams and hopes of second chances. -Sabine Moreau, Loving You.
Unpunished.
Unpunished.
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.
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.
One look.
One look.
A Quiet Love.
A Quiet Love.
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.
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.
Love, Chaos and Peace.
Love, Chaos and Peace.
Everyday and Forever.
Everyday and Forever.
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.
Thank you.
-Sabine Moreau, To The Man I Love.
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. Thank you. -Sabine Moreau, To The Man I Love.
To My Bestfriend.
To My Bestfriend.