There's a problem with marrying up. You always worry that someday they'll see through you and leave. Or, worse yet, someone better will come along and take her. In my case, it wasn't someone. And it wasn't something better.
such fickle days of love when pain and ecstasy share the same hour
The depth of love is revealed in its departure.
Love is never convenient-and rarely painless
The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.
To choose the path is to choose the destination, but sometimes it seems that the path is under our feet even before we know we're walking.