All my heart is yours sir it belongs to you and with you it would remain were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

Ive never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously without any sort of goodbye without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something.Okay. He laughs shakily in my ear. Why is your heart racing TrisI cringe and say Well I...I barely know you. I barely know you and Im crammed up against you in a box Four what do you think...Maybe you were cut out for Candor he says because youre a terrible liar.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

My heart only ever had one thought one want. One need. Despite all in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you.

Well its true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But its also true that I have loved and been loved. and that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight in my opinion. Its like that pie chart we talked about earlier. in the end Ill look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems the divorces the sadness... those will be there too but just smaller slivers tiny pieces.

Im the kind of boy that can fall in love with any girl because I love with the heart not the eyes.

Life is funny. Things change people change but you will always be you so stay true to yourself and never sacrifice who you are for anyone.

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.

Youre gorgeous you old hag and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the gift of confidence. Either that or a scented candle