* may my life be like a roll of toilet paper…..long & useful *
O Hai Thar!
No matter who you are, if you judge anyone, you have no excuse. When you judge another person, you condemn yourself, since you, the judge, do the same things.[Romans 2:1]
I’m glad that you said everything I finally needed to hear. It pierced me like a thousand daggers. Until today I wasn’t able to let go of the hope that you could see me the way I saw you. Love goes wrong. Life goes on. Alliteration abounds. Notice how a cycle is round?
Damaged for sure, but not for good.
It’s heartbreaking that you didn’t want what I wanted to give. But please hold on to it. It was meant for you. Until I can stop mourning the loss of what could’ve been, I can’t appreciate it for what it was.
“Heartache”
“Headaches”
I caught a glimpse. It was lovely.
I hope you can learn to love yourself as much as you deserve to. As much as I do. Maybe………….
………………maybe then you’ll be able to embrace it when it comes to you from the outside. It doesn’t make life. It makes life sweeter.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Halo: Beyonce
……….there is no more in my body for anything else but you.
………..I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
Eloquence is sometimes lyrical, sometimes powerful, but unless it includes love, unless the words caress the heart as well as the ear, it is a beauty that inspires but does not heal.
If love is, what is it? and uhmm….where does love begin?
Does your mind think it first and then your heart believes it too?
Or does your heart feel it first and then whisper to you mind what has happened?
Is it the rhythm of your rapidly beating heart when that “special” someone is near?
I’m lost in a fog of depression, everything I seem to hold dear crumbles like burnt paper in my hands
How can a body withstand this? Who knows how to make love stay?
The human heart is a strange vessel, it tells, listens, respects the truth and never pretends, yet the hear loves but moods have no loyalty. Only one thing is predictable about emotions: They will change.
And is it true, that the heart was made to be broken?
I was told that, when it comes to love — though it may be hard to tell the difference — seek not one who compliments you, but one who complements you.
So, *sighs*….what is love?
I was writing in my journal when I, quite without thinking, wrote this line:
What else is love but the continued acceptance of a person despite the person’s flaws?
Though it’s not the perfect definition of love, I thought it was pretty good. And if you love me, you’d agree, wouldn’t you?