“Making love was never about you and me in a bed.

We made love whenever we held hands.”

Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You 

You have a peculiar talent for smashing apart my world. 

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I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. 

Words are the source of misunderstandings.

 Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people's pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really, is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave.

Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge.Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift.” 



I wish there was a word stronger then I am sorry. Some way, something to make you understand how sorry I am and the saddest thing is knowing there is nothing. 

‎"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.

 It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

 - Judy Garland 

Love is as much of an object as an obsession.

 Everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it.

 Those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all never...

never forget it. 

Curtis Judalet

“Just when you think it can't get any worse, it can. 

And just when you think it can't get any better, it can.” 

― Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight

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Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime,
Therefore, we are saved by hope.

Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history;
Therefore, we are saved by faith.
Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone.
Therefore, we are saved by love.
No virtuous act is quite a virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as from our own;
Therefore, we are saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.
Reinhold Niebuhr

I don't know why we all hang on to something we know we're better of letting go. It's like we're scared to lose what we don't really have. Some of us say we'd rather have that then nothing at all, but the truth is; to have it half way is harder then not having it all.

“Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.” --Evelyn Waugh

My dreams are now the reverse of what they once were. 

It startled me so much that at first I thought my dream was the reality. 

“It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.”  Marguerite Duras

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'Heed and beware the Rule of Three: three times thy acts return to thee'. 

Claudio Campos

                                    I wish there was a way to know if you were being a fool for trusting someone.

BEN JONSON

Though I am young, and cannot tell

    Either what Death or Love is well,

Yet I have heard they both bear darts,

    And both do aim at human hearts.

And then again, I have been told

    Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold;

So that I fear they do but bring

    Extremes to touch, and mean one thing.

As in a ruin we it call

    One thing to be blown up, or fall;

Or to our end like way may have

    By a flash of lightning, or a wave;

So Love’s inflamèd shaft or brand

    May kill as soon as Death’s cold hand;

Except Love’s fires the virtue have

    To fight the frost out of the grave.

You'll be gone...

Like I always do...

“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we'll lose it. We fear that if we do not have love we will be unhappy.”
Richard Bach

Some days it's just all wrong...

It is!

Love is a two way street... it can put a smile on your face, or it can rip the smile of your face. At the end of that street is a park with a tree, where doves go to die.

I wish we could go back to the beginning and start all over again.

Two years and it's happened again. I should have know. Totally crushed, I sit and weep...

Why do I still care?

It's because you know...you're sooo unhappy.

To simply believe...

At some point you hope you realize no amount of tears will make anything better.

And yet you cry.

"It is not difficult to deceive the first time, for the deceived possesses no antibodies; unvaccinated by suspicion, she overlooks lateness, accepts absurd excuses, permits the flimsiest patching to repair great tears in everyday life."-John Updike

Everyone wants to know why I won't let you go. Well the truth is, I know that if I walk away, you won't come after me.

Mayhap one person could be enough and bring you happiness.

Love is like dominoes: I fall for you, you fall for another...

But there's a side to you that I never knew
All the things you'd say, they were never true
And the games you'd play, you would always win

So lonely and in need of someone to talk to. So much I need to say to someone who will just listen and I have no one. Sure, I know lots of people, but I some how I got so out of touch with them all that I find suddenly I am alone. Surrounded by people; yet alone.

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Am I destined to sorrow all my life?

Shall I never be able to taste quietly the joys of being loved?

I'm disgusted with myself for giving into you. I hate myself for being so weak. I know exactly the kind of person you are and that you think with that smile of yours I will forgive and forget everything. Sorry, I am not that kind of person. I can't forgive or forget, because you are not a person to be trusted. Sadly, you will go through life the same way, you won't change and I can't be happy with someone like that. Life is to short to be with some one who plays games and thinks it's alright to be with more than one person. So you're not doing anything, but the intent is there. You just keep on lying to yourself and thinking you are a good person. I know you though!

I know your secret and it saddens me.

A Gray Mood..

"It Might Have Been"

We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
He only might who is.

We will do what we could do. Do not dream
Chance leaves a hero, all uncrowned to grieve.
I hold, all men are greatly what they seem;
He does, who could achieve.

We will climb where we could climb. Tell me not
Of adverse storms that kept thee from the height.
What eagle ever missed the peak he sought?
He always climbs who might.

I do not like the phrase "It might have been!"
It lacks force, and life's best truths perverts:
For I believe we have, and reach, and win,
Whatever our deserts.

I've heard it all before!

You can never get something back when it's broken. You may receive parts, but it's never whole again.

We could have had it all...

Sometimes you can be hurt so bad you just never get over it.

There's always a little truth behind every 'just kidding.'

A little knowledge behind every 'I don't know.'

A little emotion behind every 'I don't care.'

A little love behind every 'I hate you!'

A little uneasiness behind every 'I'm okay.'

A little pain behind every 'forget it.'

A little fear behind every 'leave me alone.'

A little hope behind every 'goodbye.'

And a little 'something' behind every 'nothing.'

Here's to hoping, kiddo!

I knew in choosing you I was most likely choosing to be alone.

Alone, but with you.

I hope someday for both our sakes we find someone willing to look passed it all and just love us!

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Lord Byron