Why do you love me? Why do you want me in front of all others? There are times when such questions ring in my head and make me crazy. I’m sorry that happens, but there are moments when I wonder why someone so young and beautiful would want me. J.R.
…love is a two-sided coin. It can strengthen or stifle,
expand or enfeeble, perfect or pauperize.
When love is returned, we soar.
We are taken to heights unseen, where it delights,
invigorates, and beautifies.
When love is spurned, we feel crippled,
disconsolate, and bereaved.
Polish the coin and you will see
only requited love on both sides.
I was destined to love you
and I will belong to you forever.”
On one hand there’s uncertainty about the future. On the other, I can’t see you and me anywhere but together. Our love has been wounded, but I hope we’ll heal and have only a strengthening scar to show for it. I’m scared, but love you with all my being. T.C.
Uncertainty is the biggest torture in love.
You feel jealous yet you can’t complain.
You can get hurt yet you can’t show it.
You can love with your all yet you can’t say it.
All you can do is watch, keep the pain,
enjoy the smiles & laughter.
Show how much that person means to you.
A turning point came. Grief grew from it for both of us. Our love was severely tested and its strength proven. Wounds are still healing, but the future looks bright. From the ashes of great pain is growing the greatest happiness I’ve ever known. J.R.B.
Grief, is also a form of joy.
The rose celebrates,
by falling apart,
petal by petal.
by weeping over,
Sometimes I break my own heart then realize it’s of my own doing. You have done nothing. Re-assembling the pieces, I know everything is okay UNTIL the next time my restless mind takes over again. Oh, what torture I put myself through for no good reason. C.T.
We are often insane with happiness.
We are also very unhappy for reasons
neither of us can do anything about.
Like being separated.
My heart’s a muscle exercised and made strong by grieving failed love of the past. At times I’m joyful loving you. At others I’m fearful of us falling apart. I’m stretched between misery and bliss knowing in time the balance will tip to one or the other. A.B.
The first person who is on your mind
the moment you open your eyes
after a long sleep is the reason
either of your happiness or pain.
There is an ache in my chest that comes from wondering what will become of ‘us’. Will our love grow into an ‘always’ life together or will the magic fade? It’s wonderful to love someone so much but sometimes I’m still afraid you’re going to break my heart. L.Y.
I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.
I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.
You say “close your eyes”,
“tell me what you see”,
I see only two people,
just you and me.
From “A Wish” by Randy Schutte
How is it that I can love you so much and let my emotions get carried away to where I hurt you? If I don’t get control of them you will leave me sooner or later. Good intentions don’t necessarily bring good results. I’m trying. Please be patient with me. H.E.
Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love,
it’s a waste of your time.
There are too many mediocre things in life.
Love shouldn’t be one of them.
From the movie “Dreams for an Insomniac”
It hurts to think this may not work out, but I want it to. We’re very different and the years between us take their toll sometimes. How do I stop this turmoil inside me? All I know to do is keep going, hoping and keeping my love for you at the top of my heart. Y.M.
The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.
We live in denial of what we do,
even what we think.
We do this because we’re afraid.
We fear we will not find love,
and when we find it we fear we’ll lose it.
I know there were many before me, but I hope to be the last; your enduring love. How do I stop this discomfort in my heart from the fear you’re going to hurt me? Today I am what you want, but what about next month, next year? Will you still want me then? M.M.
Will you love me, please?
When I’m bored, when I cry, when I tease?
Will you love me when I’m reading and don’t talk?
Or when I’m too tired to go on a walk?
Will you love me when I don’t feel like kissing?
When the last thing I want is to touch?
Will you love me when I hate me?
My I ask this, or is it too much
Like an addict needs a drug, I need you. We have problems getting along, but even in the moments I despise you I still love you. You make me cry with pain and joy. Sooner or later one or the other has to take over. Will my heart be broken or made whole? Y.U.
I love you.
I hate you.
I like you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I think you’re stupid.
I think you’re a loser.
I think you’re wonderful.
I want to be with you.
I don’t want to be with you.
I would never date you.
I hate you.
I love you…
..I think the madness started the moment we met
and you shook my hand.
Did you have a disease or something?