lost-love

May you have all the pleasure you've always craved. Nay, may you drown in it!

I once believed soft, warm, beautiful things could never flourish in an environment of hard concrete and cold, dark bricks.

She screwed me for life," he lamented to the pretty young woman he desperately wanted to love but couldn't quite fall in love with. "I've had relationships before but she was the most peculiar, infuriating and damnable thing I ever dared care for!" "You want to forget her," his girlfriend said painfully. She rubbed his back wishing she didn't have to compete with a menacing memory. "That relationship, the strangest I've ever known, changed me," he confided regretfully. "Like an unwanted and destructive addiction." "She wronged you," the red-head beside him blurted out truthfully. "And she continues to wrong you because you let her. Ever since her you can't help but compare." He looked at her tenderly, his heart trying to break through ice. "You want to let go but you can't let go," she continued coolly. He looked into the distance feeling the one he drew close but seeing the one out of reach. How could he let go of something, or someone, that made him feel so alive? A sweet, supportive voice knowingly broke through his thoughts, "The challenge," she whispered, "lies within you...

A person who has lost his power of love has become blind to the beauties of life.

There are many types of pain. The only one that aspirin won't help is a hurting heart. That's why there is alcohol.

Deep down, I think everybody wants to be __he one_ to someone. I don__ know if I__e ever been that person to anyone else _ but I do know you are that person to me. You are the one. The only one. And you always will be.

You loved him enough to let him leave_ Now you need to love yourself enough to let him go.

It is the curse to search you in every person I meet, the curse with no cure

When it's gone, you'll know what a gift love was. You'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

Farewell, ungrateful traitor, Farewell, my perjured swain;Let never injured creature Believe a man again.The pleasure of possessingSurpasses all expressing,But 'tis too short a blessing, And love too long a pain.'Tis easy to deceive us In pity of your pain;But when we love you leave us To rail at you in vain.Before we have descried itThere is no bliss beside it,But she that once has tried it Will never love again.The passion we pretended Was only to obtain,But when the charm is ended The charmer you disdain.Your love by ours we measureTill we have lost our treasure,But dying is a pleasure When living is a pain.

She wears it so beautifully doesn__ she, her pain_ Always smiling, always positive_. always happy to help_ It__ like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it_ with a touch of grace_ and the quietness of that sad smile_. All so you__ never know how heavy it really was.

There comes a point where you no longer care if there__ a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You__e just sick of the tunnel.

You made me feel worthwhile_. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone_. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

It didn__ hurt me. Not __urt_. Hurt is a four letter word. It__ short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn__ hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe_ But no. It didn__ hurt me. It didn__ __urt_ me at all.

How do you love someone and just_ walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal_. You get up, get dressed, go to work_ How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?

I still think of you every day.But I__ trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

There__ only ever been one person I__e looked at and thought__ could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man_.And sooner or later I need to accept that he__ spending it with somebody else.

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we_ but as long as I exist and so do you _ know that I will always love you.