Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.
I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness…
If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.
If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over…
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are…
Well, it seems to me that the best relationships – the ones that last – are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
Well, it seems to me that the best relationships – the ones that last – are frequently the ones that…
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.â€I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin…
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the…
Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.
Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.
For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other…Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever
A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each…
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