I can love who I think you areOr you can allow yourselfTo be yourselfSo that I can love YOU.

Some loves are like the tide. Like water washing over you then slipping through your fingers. They come and they go. They come and they go.

You took me to Heaven and put me through Hell. And I'd go back and do it all again.

She made me her everything. She didn’t realize then that when you make someone your everything, when they are gone you have nothing left. I have since learned that our Master sends us soul mates who teach us to depend on them and then we come to believe we cannot live without them. Then He takes them away to prove to us that we can indeed live without them, but also to prove that we cannot live without Him.

The right loved one will fill up your life like the final puzzle piece that makes it all complete. You feel it when you meet them. Or sometimes if you aren’t mature enough or wise enough, it can take time to discover that they are the right one. Once your jigsaw puzzle is complete, the rest are often just extra pieces.

I hope one day you learnTo love yourselfSo that when someone says to youThe things you've said to me,That you will be strong enoughIn who you areThat it doesn't destroy you.

I needed to see you today. Once again it could not be. So I will spend the night tossing and turning and try to talk myself out of trying to talk myself out of you.

I fear I have praised you too much too soon. Will I lose you in your shame of believing that you can never be what I think you are?

GONE. You're gone. ...Another case of not getting what I thought I wanted. Instead I'll get what I'm supposed to have because the Powers That Be can make better decisions for me than I can.