It doesn't matter who you love or how you love. If you are not
in love or loving somebody, you are only half alive. Why do I love
him? Because he is a thief, the first day I met him he stole my
heart. Why, then, do I hate myself? Because I left my heart
vulnerable, when the past has told me time and time again not to.
Forgive the tears, they are only bits of selfishness that could be
contanied no longer. I only wish to keep you a little longer.
Within the boundaries of my immediate life. Thank you for touching
my life. And letting me know you.
Too many of us stay walled because we are afraid to care too much,
for fear the other person does not care as much or not at all. We
don't love qualities, we love a person; sometimes by reason of
their defects as well as their qualities.
Now this is really nice! I particularly like that immediate
boundaries part. You didn't come up with this yourself or did
you?
"In those vernal
seasons of the years, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an
injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her
riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and
earth."
- John Milton (1608 - 1674)
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"No beginning and no
end" - Ends Of Time
