Now Id rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isnt the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good bad thick thin joy suffering. Thats the hard thing.

That must be love when everything else in the world could implode and you wouldnt care as long as you had that one person standing beside you.

I am almost a hundred years old waiting for the end and thinking about the beginning.There are things I need to tell you but would you listen if I told you how quickly time passesI know you are unable to imagine this.Nevertheless I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness the bleak blackness of passions unrequited or unexpressed or unresolved.

Me quota ang pag-ibig. Sa bawat limang umiibig isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Ang iba iibig sa di sila iniibig. Iibig nang di natututo. O iibig sa wala. O di iibig kailanman.

There are all kinds of ways for a relationship to be tested even broken some irrevocably its the endings were unprepared for.

No human should mislead another by promising them something they know to be untrue.

No matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesnt stop for your grief.

Because I trust in the ever-changing climate of the heart. At least today I feel that way. I think it is necessary to have many experiences for the sake of feeling something for the sake of being challenged and for the sake of being expressive to offer something to someone else to learn what we are capable of.

Tell me then does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love