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?
Today when I felt your arms around me, my ugly world disappeared. I know it was wrong, but I just wanted you to hold me forever. How can something that feels so right be immoral? The truly wicked thing in my life is the relationship I had to go home to. R.B.
The desire to love someone always exceeds
the desire to be loved by someone
and that’s exactly why we end up loving
the person who doesn’t deserve that Love.
Several of the best memories of my life are about you. That afternoon when we met was magical and I will never forget it. Even though we’re no longer together I still think of you sometimes and remember how good the good parts of us really were. B.D.
What I remember most
is the searing sensation
of looking into her eyes
for the first time,
eyes that would hunt me
for the rest of my life.
I wonder how things might have turned out had we met at a different time. Never will there be doubt we loved each other, but we were committed to other people and dealing with the problems of those failing relationships. Is “us” still a possibility? D.K.
It’s scary being loved
because life is complicated
and all too often it throws you off balance
by sending you the right person at the wrong time.
Thought we are no longer lovers, that special time we shared made our friendship so much deeper than it would be otherwise. Yes, it was difficult and complicated for a while as we became ‘just friends’ again, but I am so glad we made it. I cherish you.
I wish you a lifetime of love,
Happiness that never ends,
Songs of laughter,
Warmth of family and friends.
I wish you days that are bright
And filled with dreams,
A world of faith and hope
And joy that’s everlasting.
I wish you constant peace
And good days ahead.
You deserve this and more
My dear sweet friend.
Standing with a quivering smile I was trying so hard not to cry as we said goodbye. Will you come back like you promised? Will your love remain strong through the distance? I will be here waiting, hoping and praying you’ll come home safely to me. K.B.
I want to be strong
for you right now
but the thought of you
leaving is killing me inside.
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.
Hindsight always seems so clear while what’s ahead appears to be obscured in a fog. Time is slowly vaporizing like hazy mist in the morning sun and one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I once came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there.
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
We shared a decade’s worth of the rapture of love in the borrowed time we had. I thought I had loved before, but have known since love was shown to me the first time in your arms. Sometimes I miss that serenity more than I have words to explain. H.M.
To live in this world,
you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your life depends on it;
and when the time comes, to let go.