Bittersweet No just bitter the taste of your tongue.Words you cant have back so they linger.

... its a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

When we are in love we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes others do do and often do do much much better.

He brought out the worst in me and was the best thing that ever happened to me.

So its true when all is said and done grief is the price we pay for love.

Sometimes you want to say I love you butYet the but takes away the I love you. In love their are no buts or ifs or when. Its just there and always. No beginning no end. Its the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart a part of our hearteventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day until death.To say I love you but. is to say I did not love you at all.I say this to you now I love you with no beginning no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart that I may always know your strength your eyes and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.

These incident acquaintances and the twisted stories that grew out of them made John thinking that Charles Dickens was not just another pub but a special place in the Universe where life itself ties the knots.

I had a dream about you. You were writing a book and I was reading a book. The problem was it was the same book. So while you were trying to write I sat next to you yelling at you to write faster because I am a speed reader. Seriously can you only type 1000 words per minute You slowed down my reading so much you made me feel like I had a second-grade reading level. Also you really should learn how to use a comma. Oh and one more thing. Its not a love story if theres only one character in the book. Not unless I am that character.

My tears of joyhear the raindrops cryingas the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....From the poem Only For You By Munia Khan

Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.