Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake youll see the worldIf Im not mistaken...Kiss a loverDance a measureFind your nameAnd buried treasure...Face your lifeIts pain Its pleasureLeave no path untaken.

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I cant even make the comparisons anymore because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. Its simply a matter of is and is no longer.

I dont love you anymore she whispered. I dont love you at all. His throat closed. Its all right sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.

I dont know if anyones ever told you this he begins. He doesnt blush and his eyes dont dart away. Instead I find myself staring into a pair of oceans - one perfect the other blemished by that tiny ripple. Youre very attractive.Ive been complimented on my appearance before. But never in his tone of voice. Of all the things hes said I dont know why this catches me off guard. But it startles me so much that without thinking I blurt out I could say the same about you. I pause. In case you didnt know.A slow grin spreads across his face. Oh trust me. I know.

I love that you get cold when its 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when youre looking at me like Im nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And its not because Im lonely and its not because its New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Isnt it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards The thoughts you loved to think about the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box far from the light of day and throw away the key. Its not an act of bitterness. Its an act if self-preservation. Its not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead is it

I ask the impossible love me forever.Love me when all desire is gone.Love me with the single mindedness of a monk.When the world in its entiretyand all that you hold sacred advise youagainst it love me still more.When rage fills you and has no name love me.When each step from your door to our job tires you--love me and from job to home again love me love me.Love me when youre bored--when every woman you see is more beautiful than the lastor more pathetic love me as you always havenot as admirer or judge but withthe compassion you save for yourselfin your solitude.Love me as you relish your lonelinessthe anticipation of your deathmysteries of the flesh as it tears and mends.Love me as your most treasured childhood memory--and if there is none to recall--imagine one place me there with you.Love me withered as you loved me new.Love me as if I were forever--and I will make the impossiblea simple actby loving you loving you as I do

Moving on is easy. Its staying moved on thats trickier.

I have been astonished that men could die martyrsfor their religion--I have shuddered at itI shudder no more.I could be martyred for my religion.Love is my religionand I could die for that.I could die for you.My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need you love what makes you feel good you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them But youll never meet them. All right so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much of it. On these grounds a good fuck is not to be entirely scorned. But thats the result of a chance meeting too. Youre damned right. Drink up. Well have another.