Richelle E. Goodrich

He was everything I needed because his entire character had been molded by my deepest wants and desires. He was my rock when I cried, my playmate when I laughed, and my hero when I needed to imagine that one existed for me.

Severing our young and fragile friendship was a sad ordeal, but sadder still was the fact that this friend found it so difficult to respond to my immediate need, unlike a dreamed boy who always afforded me easy comfort. I couldn__ understand what was so hard about reaching out to hug someone. But judging by Gregory__ uncomfortable conduct I had to assume it was an honest trial.

I love you for a great many reasons and despite a great many others.

Please stop. If you keep chipping off little pieces of my heart, soon there will be no heart left with which to love you.

There is love and then there is fluff. Nothing else.

Your face is engraved in my mind. I can__ erase it. I don__ want to. Because as much as I hate you, I love you. And I love you unforgettably.

When I first heard your voice, my heart leapt in my chest as if it recognized you as its owner from another lifetime.

I hope you know I love you, not just because I tell you so at every opportunity, but because I show you so as often as the sun sets.

Truth is, I__ generally happiest when it__ just me. It__ okay to be madly in love with yourself.

At the core of love is validation. It is what gives love power. For when love is given away, validation seeps in and expands in the heart of the recipient, filling up every empty, dark corner. It is a wonderful, light, consuming feeling we long for, and once found, we hope__ven expect__t will forever remain. But there are times when that most precious love is revoked, and a hard scab forms over the empty hole. Though this scab is both healing and protective, it is the reason why validation from future love may not seep in so easily, no matter how wanting the heart.

Maybe love isn__ meant to be bliss never-ending. Maybe love is unwavering support and befriending.

Amore is loveconfessed to you in haiku.Do you love me too?

She laughed, and he fell in love.

Love by the sweat of thy brow.Not through whispered words of hollow sound or lofty dreams ne__r substance bound that more than oft do run aground. Nay, love with mighty, blistered hands that turn the soil and carve the land. A bearer of toil and golden band. Be strong! A founder of the feast! Protective knight who slays the beast! For promises and vows aloud are naught but wispy veneer shroud like cobwebs, frail, the airy words and wooing fail. So work, my darling. Toil as proof. Thy loyal heart be drained of youth and yet beat on, incessant sound. Both feet take root within the ground, and service be thy kingly crown.Love by the sweat of thy brow.

I never realized how much you meant to me until someone spoke your name and an irrepressible, goofy grin stretched my lips.

The only two words you should ever say to a mirror are __ello, Beautiful.

Hate is loud. Love, however, is so pleasantly felt it has no need to be heard.

Courage to me is doing something daring, no matter how afraid, insecure, intimidated, alone, unworthy, incapable, ridiculed or whatever other paralyzing emotion you might feel. Courage is taking action.....no matter what. So you're afraid? Be afraid. Be scared silly to the point you're trembling and nauseous, but do it anyway!