Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

I love you so much when i see you i get butterflies

Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.

Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.

crawling up into daddy's lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heart LISTENING to the thump...thump somewhere beneath muscle and breastbone I remember his arms their sublime ENCIRCLING and the shawdow of his voice "I love you, little girl. Put away your bad dreams. Daddy's here" I put them away, Until Daddy became my nightmare that one that came HOME from work everyday and instead of picking me up, chased me far far away