I love you and its getting worse.

The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me my eye and Gods eye are one eye one seeing one knowing one love.

Thats why I loved being with you. We could do the simplest things like toss starfish into the ocean and share a burger and talk and even then I knew that I was fortunate. Because you were the first guy who wasnt constantly trying to impress me. You accepted who you were but more than that you accepted me for me. And nothing else mattered-- not my family or your family or anyone else in the world. It was just us.

You asked why I couldnt forgive you Nick said very quietly and I jumped a little. It was because you were the love of my life Harper. And you didnt want to be. Thats hard to let go.

Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I dont think so though Im not sure if Id like to be and argh I dont think theres anything wrong with that if you like a person you like the person not their genitals.

I dont think you can define love.

If I love you more than you love me Im as good as dead. Yet I cant make myself take it back. I cant just walk away from you because every time you pass by me without smiling without touching my hand or at least making eye contact it feels like Im dying inside.

Do you really think anyone in this world compares to you in my eyes

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one positionCounting an endless repetition.