Love has nothing to do
with what you are expecting to get.
It's what you are expected to give.
Which is everything.
Some people come into our lives,
make footprints on our hearts
and we are never the same.
How lucky I am to have known someone
so hard to say good-bye to.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel
as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you know he will strangle
you with his panic.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness,
a tender look which becomes a habit.