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
When I thought we were over, my entire life changed from full color to black and white. So much of who and what I am is wrapped around you. Thankfully, we made it through the rough spot and we’re healing now. I love you. T.G.
How is it possible that the one who broke my heart, now brings such great happiness? Somehow our love has become the redemption I needed. In forgiving you I found forgiveness within for my past. Thank you for loving me. M.E.
To forgive is the highest,
most beautiful form of love.
In return, you will receive
untold peace and happiness.
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,