Where things for us go now, I have no idea. You don’t know for sure what you want and are moving out. You say you love me, but those words seem to come from you mind and not your heart. You say you want our committed relationship to continue. Do you really? C.B.
The scariest thing about distance
is that you don’t know whether
they’ll miss you or forget you.
Nicholas Sparks, “The Notebook”
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.
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
The day I met you the yearning began. Getting to know you at work has only made me feel stronger. You’re smart, kind and incredibly pretty. Each night I toss and turn before sleep wondering if a woman like you could ever love a man like me. S.P.
Six weeks I’ve wanted you.
I know how you move,
and how the sunlight makes a shadow
on the curve of your cheek,
and the shape of your ear.
I want to give you my whole heart, but can’t. I’m afraid you’ll find out how screwed up I am if you get that close. It confuses me to love you so much and hate myself at the same time. If I don’t share my true feelings with you soon I know you’ll leave me. H.F.
A woman who is not happy with herself
can never be happy for someone else.