In a strong relationship you should love your companion more than you need them.

To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.

I could still feel the ghost of him hovering in the quiet dark recess of my heart. It was as if he was just waiting for me to be lonely or to let my guard down so that he could surface and fill my mind again with thoughts of him.

It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving caring human being.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange blended shades of grey.

Love is larger than the walls which shut it in.

How many loved your moments of glad grace And loved your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

You need just the right amount of Fuck the world and the right amount of belief in something...and you need the right amount of love.

Although love could grow in times of peace it tempered in battle. Daddy told me once - when Id said something about how perfect his relationship with Mom was - that I should have seen the first five years of their marriage that theyd fought like hellions crashed into each other like two giant stones. That eventually theyd eroded each other into the perfect fit become a single wall nestled into each others curves and hollows her strengths chinking his weaknesses her weaknesses reinforced by his strengths.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know the answer was yes. Its always been yes when it comes to you.