Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.

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

Every high has an equal, measurable low.

You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

Being In Love Means hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I? Yes? No? You? Me? There is no me without you. Is there a you without me? And if were truly one. how will I breathe when circomstance pries us apart? You are my oxygen. my substance, the blood inside my veins. When we touch, you are my skin. hold all my joy inside of you. When you go, I wither.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity.