Monday, August 9, 2010

I like the way it hurts...

Dreams are always crushing when they don't come true. But it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful, because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You're always close enough to touch, but never quite close enough to hold and it's enough to break your heart. When I look in the mirror, I know I'm looking at someone who isn't sure he deserves to be loved at all. Yet I know I loved and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be...

The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach out for more; that plants a fire in out hearts and brings peace to our minds. It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realise that the people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on, not with resent, but with fond experiences, which changed your life...

Every great love starts with a great story. It doesn't really matter what the story is, the only thing that matters, is how the story is told. Did you ever love somebody so much you could barely breathe? It was too far-fetched to believe, and to obvious to ignore. There it was - love. It is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day. So when I am silent, and afraid to utter a single word, I let my actions speak. Can you hear them?