Then one stupid person no different from any other stupid person wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you. They dont ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you and then your life isnt your own anymore.

After all what is happiness Love they tell me. But love doesnt bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary its a constant state of anxiety a battlefield its sleepless nights asking ourselves all the time if were doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

There aint no way you can hold onto something that wants to go you understand You can only love what you got while you got it.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me and give back as good as I give.

Let us begin this letter this prelude to an encounter formally as a declaration in the old-fashioned way I love you. You do not know me although you have seen me smiled at me. I know you although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning and you see me and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough. So I do declare myself to you now with pen set to paper. I declare it again I love you.

Love the poet said is womans whole existence.

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will

How can I be reasonable To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth... A tension of opposites like a pull on a rubber band. Most of us live somewhere in the middle. A wrestling match...Which side win Love wins. Love always wins