“When your stomach turns somersaults every time you see your love interest, when you can go without eating for half a day because you can't think of anything else, and when the sound of her voice blocks out every possible distraction each time you hear it...then logic's role becomes a very minor one.”
Erik Tomblin“Sometimes you have to know what you're willing to sacrifice to be the person you are meant to be.”
Erik Tomblin“Things will happen that you can’t prevent, things will fall apart that you can’t hold together, but ultimately you’re shaping yourself and that final product speaks volumes about who you really are, not what people see you as or what you want to be.”
Erik Tomblin“Simplify and focus on the good. The beauty of the journey ahead will flourish on its own.”
Erik Tomblin“When your stomach turns somersaults every time you see your love interest, when you can go without eating for half a day because you can't think of anything else, and when the sound of her voice blocks out every possible distraction each time you hear it...then logic's role becomes a very minor one.”
Erik Tomblin, The Space Between“The smell of her hair lingered just out of reach of his memory and left him with a nervous hum resonating throughout his body like a child forced to sit in church while the sun was shining outside on a perfectly good summer's day.”
Erik Tomblin, The Space Between“She had been his talisman, his cure for the insecurities and worries that he knew deep down didn't really matter, but somehow had always managed to get the best of him.”
Erik Tomblin, The Space Between“It was as if his song was one voice, calling out into the darkness until it was answered by another, harmonizing with its own unique voice and emotion to create something even more beautiful than the sum of its parts.”
Erik Tomblin, The Space Between“He felt a happiness stirring deep inside him, shining a light into recesses of his soul that had long been devoured by darkness.”
Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues“The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.”
Erik Tomblin, Riverside Blues