deep-love

It__ difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don__ have to imagine it... I just have to live it

Though life has fated that we never cross paths again, don__ ever feel alone. For we are parallel _. and I will always be by your side.

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.

He was both everything I could ever want_And nothing I could ever have_

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you _ even until it burns my hand.And when the light has long since gone _. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today_.. and that I was wishing you every happiness.Love Always,The girl you loved once.

The last time I felt alive _ I was looking into your eyes.Breathing your air_. touching your skin_ Saying goodbye_.The last time I felt alive_. I was dying.

It__ painful, loving someone from afar.Watching them _ from the outside.The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs_..They exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you _ with no contact at all.

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now_. I am lost_.And nothing means anything anymore.

_the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

The love of Christ both wounds and heals, it fascinates and frightens, it kills and makes alive, it draws and repulses. There can be nothing more terrible or wonderful than to be stricken with love for Christ so deeply that the whole being goes out in a pained adoration of His person, an adoration that disturbs and disconcerts while it purges and satisfies and relaxes the deep inner heart.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.

the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.