unrequited

I see you from afar__ragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

Like a white knight in a station wagon, he drove out of her life.

To know true love, even though it was impossible to keep, had finally cracked her heart open enough to let someone else in.

Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong.

Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?

Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed?

Never stop believing that your dreams are eternal.

You and I will have our forever.

Distance may be the segregator but our thoughts and dreams are what keep us together.

Every one needs someone and there is someone for everyone.

Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.

I want to feel intoxicated from inhaling the scent of you.

Contained within the breadth of my heart where you belong unto me and I unto you.

Your memory feels like home to me.So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it__ way back to you.

Do you ever get the feeling that when you show someone your affection for them, you are assaulting them? Like you should probably leave them alone? Your affection, no matter how sincere, does not necessarily mean a damn thing to the person you are giving it to. Love can corner you. When you intrude on someone with your affection, you might find yourself trying to knock a strong door down with your shoulder. Either you break the door or you break yourself. Something almost always gets broken. In my mind it runs like this: I__ going to like you, whether you like it or not. I__l wear you down until you relent and swallow this big lie I have for you. Don__ move. Don__ live. I love you.

Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here_ Loving you from a distance_