Any happiness no matter how brief seemed better than the long simmering torture of waking up day after day knowing I could never have him.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry then or at least I want to and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss one more word one more glance one more.

Until this moment I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice along the very same fault lines.

Only love of a good woman will make a man question every choice every action. Only love makes a warrior hesitate for fear that his lady will find him cruel. Only love makes a man both the best he will ever be and the weakest. Sometimes all in the same moment. -Wicked

No its not that. Its not what youre thinking. I was serious when I said all of it. I can remember every moment we were together and in eachof them there was something wonderful. I cant really pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect the kind of summer everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over another Poets often describe love as an emotion that we cant control one that overwhelms logic and common sense. Thats what it was like for me. I didnt plan on falling in love with you and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love despite our differences and once we did something rare and beautiful was created. For me love like that has happened only once and thats why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. Ill never forget a single moment of it.

I dont think we get a choice in who we fall for Ian whispers. I think we just do.

InventoryFour be the things I am wiser to knowIdleness sorrow a friend and a foe.Four be the things Id been better withoutLove curiosity freckles and doubt.Three be the things I shall never attainEnvy content and sufficient champagne.Three be the things I shall have till I dieLaughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

Love is a serious mental disease.

I want love to conquer all. But love cant conquer anything. It cant do anything on its own.It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldnt fall in love have babies or be who we are. After all things change so do cities people come into your life and they go. But its comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if youre very lucky a plane ride away