love-story

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

It's easier for me to forget you than for me to try and love you again

He reflects on all the times he thought she wasn__ sure of her feelings for him, when perhaps she might__e been taking a leisurely stroll across Elijah__ heart, leaving footprints behind that he__ never seen.

It cost nothing to be nice.

Paint me perfect poetry.

I held Angie Luna in that room for hours, and I remember the different times we made love like epochs in a civilization, each movement and every touch, apex upon abyss. In the luxury of our bed, we tried every position and every angle. I explored the curves on her body and delighted in seeing the freedom of her ecstasy. Her desperate whispers and pleas. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too. We lay in bed with our limbs entangled, in a pacific silence that reminded me of existing on a beach just for the sake of such an existence. I couldn't imagine the world ever becoming better, and for some strange reason the thought slipped into my head that I had suddenly grown to be an old man because I could only hope to repeat, but never improve on, a night like this. I finally took her home sometime when the interstate was empty, and the bridges seemed to lead to nowhere, for they were desolate too.

My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger" - Billy Connolly

Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

No, really,' I said. 'I think she's great. And I honestly like her about twenty more times now than I did when we were dating. But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every wayThoughts and memories never end but life does one day.Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return,But those old days once gone, will never come back again,Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn,In the back of our mind and make us remember,How we used to be so crazy,In those old days_

You can`t change destinies already written, that only happens in fairy tales.

God first appeared on the scene of human history in the role of a matchmaker. What a profound and exciting revelation!Is it too much to suggest that Eve came to Adam on the arm of the Lord Himself in the same way that a bride today walks down the aisle of the church on her father__ arm? What human mind can fathom the depth of love and joy that filled the heart of the great Creator as He united the man and woman in this first marriage ceremony?Surely this account is one among countless indications that the Bible is not a work of merely human authorship. Moses is generally accepted as the author of the creation record. But apart from supernatural inspiration, he would never have dared to open human history with a scene of such amazing intimacy__irst between God and man, and then between man and woman.

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call __ove_,Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow_I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow_That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul_I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console_I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me __ad_,And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role_But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,Although I don__ know where he went after that fateful day_I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge_Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish_One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,But he doesn__ know that one day, the girl herself would perish_Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn__ in her fate_

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now it__ just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt,Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break_Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn?Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone?A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair,Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair,Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile,Or just come to see me every once in a while,So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches,So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes_

You didn't judge my past. That's when I knew I couldn't turn away from you even if I tried...

The morning I drove by and saw you alone, staring at the house. I told myself to keep on driving, but something told me to stop. And when I'd seen how lost and confused you were, something told me I was meant to be there....I was meant to be there so I could help you find your way

What matters most, is not how my end happens, or if it happens now. What I care about in this instant, is that she knows how much I love her__hat I lived long enough to have her love me back.

For the first time in a long time I've met a man that makes my heart want to stay.