lost-love

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

Can anyone actually find a replacement for a lost loved one?Isn't there a difference between things and human beings?

We put our lives on hold for people who so easily forget about us.

Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangible evidence that Varen had loved her.Expect...he didn't anymore.

Lost love belongs in a three-minute song, pullling back feelings from a time when they came unbidden, recalling the infatuation, the walking on sunshine that cannot last and the pain of its loss, whether through parting or the passage of time, reminding us that we are emotional beings

What should I call you? A friend, a stranger, or a lover? I remember the day you laid your eyes on me the first time. There was just something unwavering about that moment. It wasn__ peaceful or absolute. It was definite. Something that was bound to happen. It was like as if our souls were waiting for us to collide. And oh we did! We collided like meteors, giving this universe a spectacular view. From my 2 am thought that used to keep me up at night, you soon became my 2 am call. From an almost stranger to my skin, you became a part of me. But just like every collision, ours also had to end in destruction. The 2 am call soon became a 2 am thought. The thought still keeps me up at night, but not for the same reasons. From strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers again, our journey hasn__ been ordinary. Someone asked me about you today and for a moment, I didn__ know what to call you. Who are you to me now? A friend _ no. Definitely not a lover. I guess, you and I _ we are just strangers with memories.

Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I__ supposed to do right now. Right now I can__ sleep. It__ right now that I can__ eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he__ not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don__ know what to do with all this hurt right now.

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

I know what it does to you, I know. Maybe that's why we hold on as hard as we do. We just can't believe that such a miracle can happen to us twice. But it can, someday you'll find it again.

If love is like driving a car, then I must be the worst driver in the world. I missed all the signs and ended up lost.

Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.

It seems to me that our lives are consumed by countless wasting years, but only a few shining moments. I missed mine. Yes is what I should have said. Of course I should have said yes.

No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.

A person devolves his or her hardiness from the ark-like powers of love to create, protect, and destroy. When we are in love, we discover what we long to become, we also discover what we lack. When we are in love, we are empowered to seek out our destiny. When we lose at love, our confidence is devastated. In the wake of a breakup with a lover, we languish in solitude. Caught in the riptide of incompleteness, we suffer terribly.

If you live life so cautiously as to never fail, you end up failing at life itself.

Misunderstandings arise only in undefined relationships

There were things hiding inside of her I wasn__ equipped to see and this collapse ripped her open to me. I searched her cavities for symbols that would betray her true nature, but found nothing I could read, just a vast absence containing her poverty of morals. I should__e known, the need for my presence in her life was never love, only a sluice of goodness she would let flood the gulley of her body when she needed to appear human.

She kept hoping something would change, but she knew she'd lost him to a world she could never be part of. So instead she pretended. Pretended to be strong. Pretended everything was alright. Pretended for Michael, for herself, but most of all for Willow. Because Willow loved Michael, and he, her _ that much was obvious.