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.
Reader’s Digest