Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying youre friends is easy. Being friends is not.

I want you any way I can get you. Not because youre beautiful or clever or kind or adorable although devil knows youre all those things. I want you because theres no one else like you and I dont ever want to start a day without seeing you.

misgivings n.Last night I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted us. There are things I miss you said. But if I didnt have you Id miss more.

He knew one of the women well and had shared his universe with her. They had seen the same mountains and the same trees although each of them had seem them differently. She knew his weaknesses his moments of hatred of despair. Yet she was there at his side. They shared the same universe.

He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand he wasnt just a friend either. Instead our relationship was elastic stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around how much either of us had to drink and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasnt like it was hard either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.

She craved a presence beside her solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony keep his promises and know her secrets and make a tiny world wherever he was with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a childs blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

It starts so young and Im angry about that. The garbage were taught. About love about whats romantic. Look at so many of the so-called romantic figures in books and movies. Do we ever stop and think how many of them would cause serious and drastic unhappiness after The End Why are sick and dangerous personality types so often shown a passionate and tragic and something to be longed for when those are the very ones you should run for your life from Think about it. Heathcliff. Romeo. Don Juan. Jay Gatsby. Rochester. Mr. Darcy. From the rigid control freak in The Sound of Music to all the bad boys some woman goes running to the airport to catch in the last minute of every romantic comedy. She should let him leave. Your time is so valuable and look at these guys--depressive and moody and violent and immature and self-centered. And what about the big daddy of them all Prince Charming What was his secret life We dont know anything about him other then he looks good and comes to the rescue.

Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.

I wanted to tell her everything maybe if Id been able to we could have lived differently maybe Id be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if Id said Im so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe but I couldnt do it I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am instead of there.