I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you

Ive met a man and fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason Im not expecting anything to come of it. I know that in three months time Ill be far away and hell be just a memory but I couldnt stand living without love any longer I had reached my limitGenerally speaking these meetings occur when we reach a limit when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meeting are waiting for us but more often than not we avoid them happening. If we are desperate though if we have nothing to lose or if we are full of enthusiasm for life then the unknown reveals itself and our universe changes directions.

What are you doingKneeling before a goddess.Im not a goddess.You are. A goddess a princess a queen. As a soldier I pledge myself to your service. As a prince I grant you any boon within my power. As a man I ask to sit at your feet and worship you. Ask me to do anything for you and I will do it.

I What are you saying Zsadist she stammered even though shed heard every word.He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free.His hand was shaking as he held it out. Its messy.Bella took the paper. In a childs uneven block letters there were three words I LOVE YOUHer lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared.Maybe you cant read it he said in a small voice. I can do it over.She shook her head. I can read it just fine. Its beautiful.I dont expect anything back. I mean I know that you dont feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. Its important that you knew.

Love is a circular emotion that surrounds you like a hug. Or a noose.

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

When I turn around he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I dont know who is breathing for who but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I dont know how long it lasts but when I let go of him I miss it already.

youre an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry

Americans... are forever searching for love in forms it never takes in places it can never be. It must have something to do with the vanished frontier.

Whoever said that love hurts was wrong. Love is excruciating especially when you can feel it slipping through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it. Like someone was playing tug-of-war with my limbs ripping to shreds whatever was left behind. What it would feel like when love was lost...I wouldnt survive that