That you should care at all for me
has been a matter of unaffected wonder
to me from the first hour until now –
and I cannot help the pain I feel sometimes,
in thinking that it would have been better for you
if you never had known me.
to Robert Browning
Sept 18, 1845
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,
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
I say too much. I dream too much. I try to make things the way I want them to be, instead of how they are. I want things to be better, but often end up hurting you with my good intentions. Please look through my neediness and see my true love for you. M.E..
Cinderella walked on broken glass.
Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass.
Belle fell in love with a hideous beast.
Jasmine married a common thief.
Ariel walked on land for love and life.
Snow White barely escaped a knife.
It was all about blood, sweat, and tears.
Because love means facing your biggest fears.
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.