What happens when I grow tired of being tired? What happens when I run out of me? I don't want to be selfish. I dont want to be what I see everyday, walking around this world, missing the little things. Missing the love.

How can I go back to the loneliness?

When I was with her I was never completely happy without her. Now we are apart and just a minute ago I was happy, and that made me sad. Perhaps sad for the last time. One last kiss.

Without you, they are only words.

Love is behind my every decision, why doesn't anyone else see that?

All this, without love, is only all this. And it is a pale imitation of life.

Damn you Hollywood! Must you put a love story in every movie? I pay not only in cash to watch these wrecks, do I not already suffer in ways you could never imagine, nor follow a like idea to any conclusion? Am I the only one? *sigh* So far. And yet . . . so far.

My heart, the held butterfly. Who am I? Why am I? I'm afraid to cry. I'm still going to.

Are people who need alone time in love? I thought love was constant. I thought love was forever.

She brings my happiness . . . and it stays with me.