I can see why she feels left behind. Maybe even discarded. Is that why she refuses to accept my love and return it? Afraid that love doesn't last? Doesn't really exist? Afraid if her own father can withdraw his love (or at least the manifestation of his love), that maybe she somehow isn't worthy of the emotion?

Before you, I believed love was making love. Waiting only makes me love you more.

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.

Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster.

Love is for children and dimwads.

Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while