Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky Quotes

“I often wish to god that I could fall in love again, and when you give me signs and hope to have one, there is always a huge chance of not liking me back. The tarot gave me many signs where the moon and stars are present on the cards, and we often talked at night, then those pentacles and cups were related to our Zodiac sign. There’s hope, there are signs that we are compatible with one another, but as always, there are stories that are meant to have a happy ending.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I was fascinated not by your kindness, but by the radiance in your eyes, the delicate dimples that adorned your flawless complexion. Your name escaped from my lips at midnight—whispered like sacred prayers. Your presence took my breath away, and my adoration for you grew stronger with every second that went by.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I carry you with me—in the warmth that rises when I see something beautiful, in the stillness I feel when I forgive what once hurt. This is a tender reminder that even in endings, there can be peace.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“The voids of memories that kept me inside gave me the freedom to be myself, but I realized that I had become someone’s nightmare, like a shadow that always follows. I want to be banished by the light, the light that made me no longer exist in his sight.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I watched quietly from a distance as another chapter began for you, another adventure unfolding somewhere I could no longer follow. What remains with me now are fragments of moments—small, fleeting memories that continue to rumble softly inside my mind like distant thunder.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I miss him. Still remembering him in the avoirdupois of our memories. I carried the weight of lost love, each recollection a poignant reminder of the souvenir that slipped through my fingers in the tragic romance that unfolded beneath the moonlit sky”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“And in the end,
What is the point of confession?
When do I already know the answer?
When fate has already spoken?
The truth is—
You were never meant.
to be the one
waiting for me in the aisle.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“He was like the Autumn season.
My emotions for him gradually fade—
Like leaves slipping to their branches.
To the ground to wither.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Hi, I hope you see my existence.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Why do you like books that much? There’s barely any light, and you’re just making your eyes tired.”
I replied, “I just love books the way I like you.”
You smiled at me for a moment before teasingly asking, “Liked? So you do not like me anymore?”
“I still like you,” I replied softly before turning to my left and continuing to read my book.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“At the moment, my feelings for you, Ryle, are still here; I am yearning, but it is also flowing and starting to fade.
I was glad that there are things that eventually come to an end; I still remember yearning for you for almost four years, and it feels so surreal now that I have finally written most of the prose and poetry about you; and I am sorry for falling for you, Ryle; I know that you are straight, yet I could never stop what I felt for you, and I never wanted to destroy whatever kind of relationship we had, because you were the one who helped me survive that hellish journey of being an undergraduate student; and now that I am pursuing my postgraduate studies, my feelings for you are slowly beginning to fade, perhaps because of adulting, perhaps because I am finally learning how to focus on my own journey and my own becoming; still, I was glad to be with you all those years, and somehow, somewhere along the way, I fell for you romantically when it was only supposed to remain platonic; I know we were more than friends, but not in that way; and maybe I ruined something beautiful by falling in love with you; I am sorry; I hope you forgive me; I hope things still remain the same between us; I hope we are still the old version of ourselves, the ones who laughed so easily, the ones who were simply happy most of the time; because I miss everything about you; and there is still this ache inside me, this suffering that comes from loving someone who cannot love me back in the same way; but I understand that, Ryle; and strangely enough, it is okay; because more than anything else, I am grateful that I met you; you saved me from the depths of an abyss, from a condition that once made my mind feel unbearably miserable; and your presence in my life became something sacred to me; my platonic friend, perhaps the closest friend I ever had in college; and I hope that when we meet again in the future, you will not look at me differently after knowing all of this; again, I am sorry for falling for you; my feelings were never something I could command to disappear, they simply flowed on their own, naturally, uncontrollably; because you were different; you were someone I genuinely liked; someone who, to me, seemed almost near perfect; but once again, you cannot love me back, and once again, that is okay; still, somewhere within me, there remains this quiet hope that if we ever meet again, maybe you could love me for real this time; and we are still the same way, right, Ryle; we are still us, after all those years… after all those times when we are still together… after all those times we are reaching those dreams once we now already reached, and realizing that it was just an entry point to the real world…I am sorry for falling in love with you, I hope that it would not ruin our friendship, Ryle; I can love you still, platonically….”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I have the confidence of being who I am, and—being who I am where I knew my oneself; being who I am are can see my own potential; being who I am can make everything come to life; being who I am make things extraordinary; extraordinary to the point it can be a great journey; extraordinary that can be vile; a vile presence right in front of me the annoyance of my mind where it was a release outburst—and the thing is when that time it was illicit and it was the two of us knew; the two of us knew that has a spark; the two of us fall in love; the two of us made such memories; such memories that leads—turmoil; such memories were happy ones; such memories where made us smile; made us smile in a funny way; made us smile in the point we each other can understand; made us smile when we danced; and when we danced; there’s connection, and when we danced— our eyes meet, and when we danced there’s this thing called love at first sight; and when we danced there’s misunderstanding; there’s misunderstanding that went to miscommunication, there’s misunderstanding that leads to ignorance; there’s misunderstanding that send us into the oblivion; there’s misunderstanding that made him leave me; there’s misunderstanding that leads me of being alone—alone in the edge of the room; alone in the dark; alone in a place where I felt isolation; alone in my mind; alone on my journey; alone in the cold deep silence of life; and—life was such a precious gift; life was such a beautiful experience; life was vivid; life was melancholy; life was suffering; life was colorful; colorful that transitioned into darkness; darkness where I can see grim who took or guide souls; souls that roams across the rooms; across the park; across the cemetery; souls roams around the world; a world was a cruel place to live; world was a tragedy; world was hell; world was temptations; world was regret; world was a lie; and world was death; death was inevitable; death was unexpected; death was a fate; death was planned; death was an accident; death was suffering; death was peace.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Ryle, my heart, once a garden of vibrant blooms, now lies barren and desolate, yet within the ruins, a single seed of hope lingers, waiting for a day when it might bloom again.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“It was no longer a season of longing when I saw you again. The pulse of old emotions had filled me with stillness, and I found myself breathing freely again, without the heaviness of what used to be. Yet, when our eyes met, it felt as if the past leaned gently toward the present, to rekindle, to remember you. I was glad you had not forgotten me, that in the vastness of time, we could still share that subtle recognition. There was no bitterness, no wish to rewrite what once was—only a calm acceptance, the kind that arrives when I have finally learned the art of release. Every conversation we had, brief as it may have been, became a delicate thread—binding not in love, but in quiet understanding.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Time unraveled. Every tick echoed like a memory begging to be heard. In that vast, unlit hour—
Nothing breathed.
Nothing answered.
Nothing remained—
Except for the ache.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Let it be not as a burden
but as someone who once
saw you as a constellation—
distant, radiant, eternal.
It starts with glimpses,
Cylan, and it ends with glances.
This is our story—but even so,
I am grateful it was written.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“To love you was to glimpse the infinite.
To love you was to
feel the vastness of the cosmos
condensed into the
span of a November afternoon.
And though time
has blurred the edges,
though memory sometimes falters,
though I must now step
away into the silence—
I will never forget the warmth you gave me.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“...thinking alone, lying on the bed, wishing that I would have a great day the next time I opened my eyes again—in this lifeless world.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I wonder
if you are reading
my poems across this timeline….
did you ever realize the ones
I posted long ago about you?
or were you simply happy that someone
a poet, wrote you into verse?”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Now, as I sit beneath a sky
that no longer feels heavy,

I understand—you
were never meant to stay.


It only to remind me that beauty,
even when it departs,

leaves warmth behind.
And perhaps that is enough:

that I loved you once, that it mattered once, that even now,

when the wind brushes
past me with its soft insistence,

I can close my eyes and smile,
knowing I survived what was

once unbearable.
The ache, the silence,

the remembering—
all of it has become part of

the same endless breath,
the one that moves through me still,

gentle as the earth that
once breathed you into being.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I’m so Torpe and the only way I can
get close to him is by writing poetry—
slipping through the
verses and words that describe him.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Perhaps that is all some people are meant to become in our lives—passing figures in an unfinished film, leaving behind traces of warmth before disappearing beyond the frame.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I miss you. I miss the warmth of your presence—the way your laughter could soften even the coldest mornings, the way your eyes could speak even when silence hung between us. You were the comfort I once sought when the world turned unkind, a flicker of light when everything seemed uncertain. And though time has carried us on different paths, I still carry the trace of your gentleness. I miss your warm presence. You once had the ache in my heart, and now you are calm after the storm—the echo that reminds me I once loved, and was brave enough to let go.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I still remember those days within the quiet walls of the university—how the air would hum with the sound of youth, the faint laughter echoing through the corridors, and the sunlight spilling across the tiled floors as if blessing each fleeting moment. I would sit by the window, observing the movement of time, and there you were—often among the crowd, yet always standing apart in my eyes. You carried the same gentle smile that once stopped my heart in its place, the one that first met me on a day I never expected would change me. Back then, I thought such glances were ordinary, but now I know—they were fragments of something sacred, something I would carry even after the ache had gone.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“You stand as though the earth itself breathed you into being—quiet, unassuming, yet touched by the hush of wonder; your almond eyes, soft as the morning light, gathering the light and turn it tender; even the wind pauses, folding its murmurs to listen to your stillness; and I, caught between awe and silence, can only marvel—how someone could look so effortlessly like poetry the sky once dreamed.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“There are thousands of stars in this universe, but the thing I want is a fallen star—you.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“In this gathering of shadows, we stand in solemn formation, tears streaming in a room bathed in unforgiving sunlight. Should flames engulf me, know that you, too, will be crafted from the remnants of my scorched existence. Even in the depths of my darkest hours, did I merit the inferno you unleashed upon me? For I loved you, I earnestly declare, with a love that persisted until my final breath.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Memories that will rot away in the memorial garden of our past—forgotten, like they were never worth holding onto.

I am falling apart and still stitching myself.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“I still remember—
doing things for the first time,
doing extraordinary things,
doing memorable things,
doing things that made me scold,
doing things that made me fall in love,
doing things that made me a better person,
doing things that made me feel free.

“We are strangers, with memories.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky

“Fate falls for future—fading,
Those timeless treasures, a memory;
An unexpected extraordinary—
Where sparks flew—
A luminous glow in his eyes;
Starts to fade out;
Leaving me in the dark;
And he found someone else—
That was brighter than I.”
― J.A. Lorenzo, Let Me Breathe Beneath the Forgotten Sky