I love you, too." But this hopeful farewell does little to bring peace of mind, even now. Loving you has never been the problem. What's troubling me is how loving you may never be enough.

I almost can’t believe I’m going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don’t last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.

I wish our love was right now.

I feel better when I am not around people. When I am alone, alone, alone.

That's what all love comes down to, doesn't it? We help others only as much as they let us.

We are perfect in our imperfection.

I can let my true self shine in front of God.