...unrequited love does not die its only beaten down to a secret place where it hides curled and wounded. For some unfortunates it turns bitter and mean and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.

Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

I think you still love me but we cant escape the fact that Im not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So Im not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. Im not angry either. I should be but Im not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

If pain must come may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.

The difficulties of life do not have to be unbearable. It is the way we look at them - through faith or unbelief - that makes them seem so. We must be convinced that our Father is full of love for us and that He only permits trials to come our way for our own good.Let us occupy ourselves entirely in knowing God. The more we know Him the more we will desire to know Him. As love increases with knowledge the more we know God the more we will truly love Him. We will learn to love Him equally in times of distress or in times of great joy.

It was a vision of the one thing that we both hoped someday would be...the warmth of our bodies next to each others reflected in sunset of our secret place... We longed for it to be like this each and every evening... Dancing in the night playing hide-and-seek in the day the beauty of our souls blossoms... Never before had we felt so happy never before had we felt so alive... We hear the birds sensing the cheerful breeze the rainbows end does linger here....our tenderness sighs and spirits speak and we do know clear... This place is where love and laughter meet... You take my hand kiss each finger tip with tears in your eyes you touch my cheek and whisper of how wondrous this we share our love once again. The love that gives us wings to fly anew. Our hearts in sweet pleasing pain beat as one in the rhythm of long forgotten yet melody... Together again at this wondrous place where just our presence adds more grace and makes it what was meant to be - a place for you a place for me...

When she remembers to look at herself in a spiritual light she sees the deep capacity for love this pain has brought her. The realization fills her with wonder. Now she can rise in the morning and greet the new day with eagerness and grace.

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got on every single inch of earth in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself...