I wished I could have loved you less. Maybe…just maybe, the pain would be more bearable? Would it have been? Would loving you less give me the strength to give you up and let go, when all I ever wanted to do was to clutch you in my heart and take you away from everyone?

How did we come to this? Two tormented souls, two shattered hearts, two people tied and bound in a perpetual circle of gloom. There was no light in sight. Only darkness. Only sorrow.”Excerpt From: Mayumi Cruz. “CHROMA HEARTS.” iBooks.

Then beat yourself up if you want to. Afterward, rise above the unreasonable guilt you’ve imposed on yourself. Life is all about rising every time we fall, not only when we feel like it.

I love her. But I hate her, too. How can I feel both for her. . . at the same time?

It didn’t feel like they were strangers who just met a few days ago. In fact, it felt like she had known him for a long time. She was one with him, feeling him, internalizing him, and by opening up his whole life to her, he synthesized their souls and their hearts into one.

Everything has a beginning, you know. Love has to start somewhere. And sometimes, it starts with the physical.

It also didn't matter that she had only known him for a short time. The heart knows no time when it meets its match, its better half, its kindred one, which long ago was planned by destiny and then thrust forward by serendipity in ways she had never imagined.

Love should give one peace, not turmoil; security, not uncertainty; happiness, not anguish; hope, not despair; and contentment, not fear.

There are too many whys between us. How do we cross that interminably long bridge?