I miss you so much. Maybe if I say your name over and over again, it will eventually feel wrong to me. Like a word you write too many times suddenly doesn't look right anymore. I will try that.

I prayed for someone to love me as much as I loved you. Eventually I came to see that that Someone was me.

Men have healed me. Men have wounded me. One man healed me by wounding me.

The more we love the more we lose. The more we lose the more we learn. The more we learn the more we love. It comes full circle. Life is the school, love is the lesson. We cannot lose.

By loving the broken parts in youI learn to love the broken parts in me.I learn that we are not broken after all.