Emotions have cycles whereas love endures. Some people confuse emotions, which are ever-changing, with love's durability.

It was evenings like that when beneath dim light and relaxing in a sultry bath that she missed him the most. A flicker of candlelight, wind breathing snow against the window and the soothing scent of creme caramel – all were a comfort to her as she closed her eyes, summoned memories and many a tender thought. She didn't feel deserving of the devotion bestowed upon her, but she had finally learned to accept its wondrous gift, knowing that love was the source of existence and its only end.

What was I to you?" he asked. She didn't answer but turned and walked away. That's when he knew: Nothing or everything.

She's not ashamed of loving, although those she's loved are few in number; it was/is sweet and true. She's only ashamed she used love as an excuse.

I must be out of my mind if I loved you in spite of everything you've done, and anyone else would condemn you for it, but I can't condemn you at all. In my own troubled mind, I loved you for it.

Neither one of them could turn off their feelings, even with so much time and distance between them. The more they were apart, and the more they weren't allowed to be together, the more they loved each other.

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows.

Which is worse? Loving someone and not being able to be with them or not loving someone and having to be with them.

Love doesn't keep score," he challenged.I shrugged my shoulders. "But people do...