Insecurities tear at me and it hurts when you go out partying with your friends. You were wild in the past, but I have no reason to doubt you since we’ve been together. Please help me stop the painful worrying about losing you or being cheated on. T.G.
One is easily fooled
by that which one loves.
Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere
Holding you as you cried until you made yourself sick was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My arms were around your waist as your intense emotions made you throw up. You said I’m sorry” and I believe you. I ended up loving you even more. C.B.
The greatest love
the hardest conditions…
Pretenders have taken advantage of me. Players have played me. Abusers have abused me. But yet my quivering broken heart says, “I will not stop believing you’re out there somewhere; the one who deserves my love. Do you feel me like I do you?” B.C.
The thinnest slice would be teeming
with memories of a love so strong
it turned you inside out and left you gasping,
and would be an identical match
to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.
It doesn’t hurt much anymore. My memories of you, of us, are good and I cherish them. Once in a while those old feelings come round. Then I remember how much I love you and how much I still yearn to be safe in your arms, skin against skin. B.C.
I was made and meant to look for you
and wait for you
and become yours forever.
I have loved you for over twenty-five years but we’ve shared only scattered days. True love is like that; it lasts and lasts proving itself over and over through the duration of time. How I wish to had been able to see before what I so clearly comprehend now. K.M.
If you hide, I’ll seek for you.
If you’re lost, I’ll search for you.
If you leave, I’ll wait for you.
If they try to take you away from me,
I’ll fight for you.
Hold my hand again. Take me in your arms. Linger against me. Kiss me slowly; tenderly. While I don’t live in the past, your part in my life is as vibrantly fresh and alive as if it was yesterday; not twenty five years ago. This love is one of a kind that comes only once. Yours only I am. C.B.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself
that the mended whole was as good as new.
What is broken is broken and I’d rather
remember it as it was at its best than mend it
and see the broken places as I lived.
Just because we’re not together doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Since our destiny has not been a life together I think I love you even more. You’re the dream always in my mind, the hope never to leave my heart and the favorite ‘could-have-been’ in my soul. C.B.
If you could go back and change just one thing
about your life, would you? And if you did,
would that change make your life better?
Or, would that change ultimately break your heart?
Or break the heart of another?
Would you choose an entirely different path?
Or would you change just one thing?
Just one moment.
One moment that you always wanted back.
The last time I saw you was close to twenty years ago. You are frozen in time in my heart and mind just like you were then. I’m a good reason you don’t have to regret getting older for within me you will always be young, beautiful, vibrant and loved always. C.B.
To love and win is the best thing.
To love and lose, the next best.
William M. Thackeray
Once we were madly in love and couldn’t keep our hands off one other. Now we hardly talk, we don’t kiss and haven’t made love in months. It seems like the great gift that once was our love has turned into nothing but a burden. How did we let this happen to us?
Love that does not
renew itself every day
becomes a habit
and in turn a slavery.
It’s okay to fantasize about seeing you again. There’d be no harm in reminiscing together the love of a lifetime we shared long ago. Through laughter and tears we could resurrect the young man and young woman as we once were and pretend we’re half our age. L.U.
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Laughter brave
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
Taken from “Refusal” by Maya Angelou