Alfa H

We are the kind of Love Story that keeps souls awake at night and causes hearts to have stage fright.

The day she realized they were never meant to be, is the day she now calls her - Birthday.

He said he'd never opened up to anyone... But that confiding in me, was like learning to breathe all over again. I don't know about you, but how do you turn away from that?

He thought she was like all the rest... that she'd be swayed by his attention and charm. But she got tired of watching him chase his own ass and dealing with his funny farm.

If I had known his favorite game was mental twister, I would have suggested a movie over game night.

Your memory straddles my mind.

Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.

I loved him... much more than I liked him. And therein was the beginning of the end.

And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?

Tell me about the love you've lost. Maybe my story won't seem so horrifying.

I'm tired again this morning. Was I sleepwalking in your nightmares again last night?

I've never met anyone who loves in the same way. But that's the beauty of finding the heart meant for yours. The right love will accept the 'not so lovable' parts of you too.

I always wanted you close. Never more than a heartbeat away. I used to think I wanted you most when I was at my weakest, and relying on your strength. But the truth is, even on the days I raged like a lion, and had no need of a 'pat on the back' - I still found myself wanting to lean on you.

I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me. Love, My heart

How I wish I only felt using my hands and not with my whole heart.

I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I've found out Ghosts don't hide under my bed or in my closets either. They exist in plain sight - everyday; Conjured up by 'our song' playing on the radio. By the mailman's blue eyes that are so like yours I could get utterly lost in them. They come as raindrops, kissing my skin... the way you used to. Ghosts are everywhere.

I wanted it to be you. I wanted your eyes to be locked with mine during every fear and tear experienced throughout my lifetime.

Love is not complicated. It just 'is'. The complicated part is finding two souls who are feeling it as the same time in their lives... and for each other. Feeling it so deep that they're willing to fight every second of the day to keep it alive. That's the complicated part.