love-story

Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both partners run out of goods.But if the seed of a genuine disinterested love, which is often present, is ever to develop, it is essential that we pretend to ourselves and to others that it is stronger and more developed than it is, that we are less selfish than we are. Hence the social havoc wrought by the paranoid to whom the thought of indifference is so intolerable that he divides others into two classes, those who love him for himself alone and those who hate him for the same reason.Do a paranoid a favor, like paying his hotel bill in a foreign city when his monthly check has not yet arrived, and he will take this as an expression of personal affection _ the thought that you might have done it from a general sense of duty towards a fellow countryman in distress will never occur to him. So back he comes for more until your patience is exhausted, there is a row, and he departs convinced that you are his personal enemy. In this he is right to the extent that it is difficult not to hate a person who reveals to you so clearly how little you love others.

The day we met, frozen I held my breath. Right from the start, I knew that I found the home for my heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love, when i'm afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone,all of my doubts, suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you, darlin' don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years, i'll love you for a thousand more ___

Maybe we aren't so very different after all. There's good and bad in both of us, and that's what binds us together, for better or worse.

Aaron snorted "That's so cheesy.""Well yeah. I am cheesy. I'm the king of cheese. You should know that by now.Aaron's eyes were dancing with amusement. "I prefer to call you classically romantic.

I didn't want him to be the one I avoided because he'd hurt me. If I was just his friend, then I would still be blessed. If that meant swallowing my pride and being his shoulder when he got hurt, or being the one he ranted at when he was angry; I was prepared to do it and to do it with dignity.

The movie I was working on, "Cleopatra", it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.

He realized, you see, that he was stupid enough to fall in love with a woman he never saw with his eyes, but that's okay, my dear, because the heart doesn't need eyes to fall in love.

Trick._ I say a little louder.__hhh, sleep baby._ He mumbles. I laugh and smack his arm.__ake up. I can feel your morning wood._ This gets his attention and he sits up, taking me with him. The arms wrapped around my middle graze my breasts as he shifts up and a tingle shoots straight between my legs.__od, Caroline, I__ so..._ He stops, probably realizing that he doesn't have morning wood, __ don't have..._ He__ actually pretty cute all sleepy. He laughs.__ know but I couldn't figure out how else to get your attention._ I shrug.

In between trash and treasure.

I like these games we play, the ones that involve our heads and our hearts ~ Page 212

All I could think about while driving after you was how it was about to happen all over again and that I would never be able to feel your warm skin under my hands or look into your beautiful blue eyes, or tell you how much I love you.

Ever since the first day I__ seen Drew, none of my thoughts made sense. My entire world had turned upside-down, and I had no explanation why.

On a cloudy night, when nothing seems above, still, there is love. Always love. For something, from someone. It's never done. Never.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent what seems like my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

There will be a time when love is beautiful and passionate and nothing else will exist but you and the person you love, and a time when love hurts so badly that you will wish you wouldn't wake up. I say this. Always, always, always approach love with the heart of the angel you were born with. Never become bitter and always know that pain goes away. Marry for love. But also choose to marry a man or woman who you love that treats you with the ultimate respect for your expression of who you are at your very core. Always see the good, appreciate every moment and remember that love lives on forever.

I love you times infinity.___itto, babe._ He kissed me softly.

It's about more than us, now, can't you see? I love you, of course I do, but some things...some things just have to be done.

You're too damn beautiful for your own good.Hell,you're too damn beautiful for my own good