One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.

Theres only one thing that can heal the heart... Only one... Its love Gaara.

Every time I think Im missing a piece of me you give it back.

It should be a privilege to be able to say I love you to someone. It shouldnt be something people say just because they feel like it. A privilege that is earned. They say you have to earn the right to be loved no love is unconditional if you love someone they dont have to earn it. But. The right to tell someone that you love them That has to be earned. You have to earn the right to be believed.

Youre a hopeless romantic said Faber. It would be funny if it were not serious. Its not books you need its some of the things that once were in books. The same things could be in the parlor families today. The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios and televisors but are not. Nono its not books at all youre looking for Take it where you can find it in old phonograph records old motion pictures and in old friends look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type or receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us. Of course you couldnt know this of course you still cant understand what i mean when i say all this. You are intuitively right thats what counts.

One word more. You look as if you thought it tainted you to beloved by me. You cannot avoid it. Nay I if I would cannotcleanse you from it. But I would not if I could. I have neverloved any woman before my life has been too busy my thoughtstoo much absorbed with other things. Now I love and will love.But do not be afraid of too much expression on my part.

So what I want to know is why it is that I can no longer find you in my mind. You are still there just but you are there like a ghost a will o the wisp. Not long ago you burned--your heart burned--in my mind like silver fire. But after that night in the inn it became patchy and dim and now it is not there at all.Could it be that the heart that you seek is no longer my own I have given my heart to another.The boy The one in the inn With the unicornYes.You should have let me take it back then for my sisters and me. We could have been young again well into the next age of the world. Your boy will break it or waste it or lose it. They all do.Nonetheless he has my heart. I hope your sisters will not be too hard on you when you return to them without it.

A real relationship is two-way.

For there is no friend like a sisterIn calm or stormy weather To cheer one on the tedious way To fetch one if one goes astrayTo lift one if one totters down To strengthen whilst one stands

Theres no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected you believe in magic in fairy tales and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and youre hit by the realization that you cant be all you wanted to be you just might have to settle for a little bit less.