Love Quotes


It was only a moment, but in that moment I loved you more than I will ever love anyone in a lifetime.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Reminders

I was reminded of the importance of having someone there to hold my hand. Of the comfort, of the sense of companionship it brings. 

I was reminded of the immense and intense loneliness a person is able to feel at moments. 

I was reminded of the relief that comes out of sharing my pain, and of the ecstasy of sharing my joys. 

I was reminded of the secrecy, of the intimacy, of the complicity.

I was reminded of the complexity, the complications that can come out of burying emotions. 

I was reminded of the simplicity of just being.

And then, I was reminded of how brief that moment can be. I was reminded of the emptiness that comes out of losing it, the aftermath of a wonderful moment, gone forever in the blink of an eye.

But more important, I was reminded of the possibilities. I was reminded of what might happen if I allow myself to feel, truly feel. 

I was reminded of the one thing I had forgotten about...hope!


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

The logic of love

You: How come you're here?

Me: I live here.

You: I mean, here with me.

Me: You came to me.

You: and you let me.

Me: Why would I push you?

You: because you are... I mean, I am not... I don't even know how to explain this.

Me: try words, they can help sometimes.

You: let me try a different angle here.

Me: OK

You: What did I do to deserve you?

Me: I don't understand.

You: I'm an ass, most of the time. You are...just wonderful.

Me: well thank you. But you are not an ass.

You: what do you see in me?

Me: I see you for who you really are, not for who you want others to think you are.

You: how's that?

Me: you are a wonderful person. Smart, funny, sensible, you have common sense, you're sexy, and you have a beautiful smile.

You: I am also a pain in the ass, that is whenever I am not being an ass. Sarcastic, ironic, and love to give people hell.

Me: oh yes, I know that. But that is not the whole of you. That is just a part of you, the dark part, if you want to call it that way.

You: and that is OK with you?

Me: that is part of you, why would it not be OK?

You: Some people run when they see that part of me.

Me: I am not some people. And besides, there is darkness and light in everyone, is what makes people interesting, desirable even. Your 'dark' does not trump out your good, and vice versa. It's all a matter of perspective I guess, and I chose to focus on your good things, rather than allow myself to heighten the bad.

You: I wish more people were like you.

Me: then the world would be a boring place.

You: why do you say that?

Me: there would be no variety, just the same. And we all know the same can be sooo boring, and potentially dangerous.

You: I meant it when I said it all those years ago.

Me: said what?

You: you deserve more.

Me: more than what?

You: More than I can give you.

Me: I have never asked you for anything more.

You: and that is exactly the reason you deserve it. An angel deserves heaven.

Me: An angel may deserve heaven, but she may chose earth or even hell to live in.

You: Why would the angel chose hell.

Me: because the angel may love a man, or the devil, and even the devil deserves to be loved, or at least be given the chance to.

You: but the angel may burn.

Me: that would be the angel's choice. And besides, just as the angel may burn, the devil may love.

You: you really see the world in a different light.

Me: to survive, some have to. I guess I have been blessed.

You: then so have I.

Me: how so?

You: I get to be with you.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Conversations

Her: Tell me I am crazy

Me: You are, but that is not what we are arguing here.

Her: It was different?

Me: How so?

Her: Not what I expected.

Me: explain.

Her: It wasn't like before. He wasn't like before. 

Me: How was he before?

Her: hungry, lustful, predictable.

Me: and now?

Her: I feel as if he pulled the rug from under my feet. 

Me: tell me

Her: He was hungry yes, but with a sort of longing I had never felt before from him. He was careful, tender. He acted as if he needed me to assure him I was his. As if he would break if I didn't give him all of me.

Me: and you?

Her: what about me?

Me: how did you feel?

Her: lost, scared, happy, pained, expectant, wanting, hopeful.

Me: but you gave in.

Her: yes I did.

Me: How do you feel now?

Her: still scared.

Me: of?

Her: now knowing.

Me: not knowing what?

Her: what to expect of him. The old him I knew how to handle, what to expect, how to react. The old him I could send to hell and keep myself guarded, sane.

Me: and this 'new' him?

Her: I have no idea how to manage. I feel as if I have bargained too much. I feel I am standing at the edge of a cliff, about to fall, and I don't know how deep the void is...please help me.

Me: I can't

Her: what can I do?

Me: Listen your heart.

Her: What if he breaks it?

Me: then you mend it again.

Her: I don't know if I can.

Me: We'll be here to help you.

Her: I am scared.

Me: I know, but you need to ask yourself only one question.

Her: What is that?

Me: Is it worth it?

Her: Is what worth it?

Me: Him. I he worth the pain.

Her: yes.

Me: Then, you will be fine.

Her: how do you know?

Me: Because, we have all been there, and the memory of the greatness is enough to keep you going.

Her: He won't be here.

Me: Not physically, and it won't matter. 

Her: What do you mean.

Me: He will never really leave you. Not if he was really worth it. Its just the way it is.

Her: I hope you're right.

Me: Trust me. I am.