abstraction n.Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone when I curl into a pillow that isnt you when I hear the tiptoe sounds that arent yours. Its not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.

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.

My wife and I just dont have the same feelings for each other we used to have. I guess I just dont love her anymore and she doesnt love me. What can i doThe feeling isnt there anymore I asked.Thats right he reaffirmed. And we have three children were really concerned about. What do you suggestlove her I replied.I told you the feeling just isnt there anymore.Love her.You dont understand. the feeling of love just isnt there.Then love her. If the feeling isnt there thats a good reason to love her.But how do you love when you dont love My friend love is a verb. Love - the feeling - is a fruit of love the verb. So love her. Serve her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. Are you willing to do that

I feel like Ive been split open and stuffed with sunshine.

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.

Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.

Love they say enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in bewilderment and felt my cheeks my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.

Love is making friends with fear because fear is the constant companion of intimacy and when you bring fear out of the darkness and into the light you realize it was an illusion based on our own insecurities.

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.