I think in the end you would have stayed with me out of obligation...or maybe comfort. Maybe I was safe to you and you needed to feel that. I know how scared you get of the unknown. To you...I must be kind of a security blanket. Do you see now how that doesnt work for me I dont want to be there simply because the idea of me being gone is too...scary. I want to be someones everything. I want fire and passion and love thats returned equally. I want to be someones heart... Even if it means breaking my own.

You teach me now how cruel youve been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me Why did you betray your own heart Cathy I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes you may kiss me and cry and wring out my kisses and tears theyll blight you - theyll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton Because misery and degradation and death and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us you of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it and in breaking it you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live What kind of living will it be when you - Oh God would you like to lie with your soul in the grave

We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust respect kindness and affection.Love is not something we give or get it is something that we nurture and grow a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.Shame blame disrespect betrayal and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged healed and rare.

Yet each man kills the thing he lovesBy each let this be heardSome do it with a bitter lookSome with a flattering wordThe coward does it with a kissThe brave man with a sword

Dreams so often become nightmares. Family can so easily become foes. And people are always more stupid than you give them credit for.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another.