The world is not made by words. It's preserved by them, but not made of them.
How can we lie our mistakes in age, maturity, time, circumstance and love? When time is only one of the 11 dimensions and it's not linear.
We can bend it, reverse and alter time.
(and that should be the big issue...)
How can you whimper and say you love. If you think you might stifle me? If you don't mind me walking the road of wisdom in loneliness?
When you let me live to myself my goals and my failures?
Isn't love about growing together? Having some sort of support?
You are older, you should know this better than me.
There are times in life, where risking is just fine.
You are suppose to know, that there are people in your life that will remain in it forever. (Even if forever, doesn't last);
You should be the one holding me, not wanting me to leave.
And you do nothing of that. You treat me like "just another".
I am far from mad, I am disappointed... in me. For believing.
I love myself too much but I love you better.
If for you, the thought of me, takes away my pride.
I knew you wanted me since the first time I laid eyes on you.
You looked at me different from everyone else.
Everyone always thought of you as a snob... and that's how you treated them. You had the "peaceful" look, intelligent look, caring look but with me was different... So different...
There was this passion in your eyes...
...I could almost feel your heart beat.
It's like everything you said stabbed across my heart.
And every time we touched and kissed, it was more than just two bodies... and more like one soul.
Love renews itself. Does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always trusts, always hopes, always protects... it is always there.
Love is a beautiful idea. The dream of the conscious.
It's in your smile that lies my happiness. It's in your touch that lies my life. It is in your eyes that I seen my unborn child...
Without ever seeing you before, I would of painted you in my mind.
The most eloquent truth rises when I write of you. It's overwhelming.
I think of you and lose my breath, for an instant I remind my brain to breathe. You made "I Love You" more than three words.
It is you I look in the eyes and say it meaning it.
I want to be carried around on your shoulder.
It is you I want to jump on the back and be walked around.
It is you I want to kiss and for no reason just kick you in the butt.
It is you that brings fullness to my life... like I've never felt before.How can we lie our mistakes in age, maturity, time, circumstance and love? When time is only one of the 11 dimensions and it's not linear.
We can bend it, reverse and alter time.
(and that should be the big issue...)
How can you whimper and say you love. If you think you might stifle me? If you don't mind me walking the road of wisdom in loneliness?
When you let me live to myself my goals and my failures?
Isn't love about growing together? Having some sort of support?
You are older, you should know this better than me.
There are times in life, where risking is just fine.
You are suppose to know, that there are people in your life that will remain in it forever. (Even if forever, doesn't last);
You should be the one holding me, not wanting me to leave.
And you do nothing of that. You treat me like "just another".
I am far from mad, I am disappointed... in me. For believing.
I love myself too much but I love you better.
If for you, the thought of me, takes away my pride.
I knew you wanted me since the first time I laid eyes on you.
You looked at me different from everyone else.
Everyone always thought of you as a snob... and that's how you treated them. You had the "peaceful" look, intelligent look, caring look but with me was different... So different...
There was this passion in your eyes...
...I could almost feel your heart beat.
It's like everything you said stabbed across my heart.
And every time we touched and kissed, it was more than just two bodies... and more like one soul.
Love renews itself. Does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always trusts, always hopes, always protects... it is always there.
Love is a beautiful idea. The dream of the conscious.
It's in your smile that lies my happiness. It's in your touch that lies my life. It is in your eyes that I seen my unborn child...
Without ever seeing you before, I would of painted you in my mind.
The most eloquent truth rises when I write of you. It's overwhelming.
I think of you and lose my breath, for an instant I remind my brain to breathe. You made "I Love You" more than three words.
It is you I look in the eyes and say it meaning it.
I want to be carried around on your shoulder.
It is you I want to jump on the back and be walked around.
It is you I want to kiss and for no reason just kick you in the butt.
When I look at you I see more than just an image. Or a person.
I see hope, I see love, I see a whole. I see an Idea.
You are everything I see, the fact I can fall in love again and again...
... makes me realize there will never be no other.
If for some reason our lives are not together,
No one will ever have all of me, I cannot compare.
I could never feel for anyone what I feel for you. For so many reasons.
Mainly, I would not have the strength. You are my aura.
I feel so proud of you... of what you are.... of what you've become.
Before if anyone would ask me what brings joy to your life, I wouldn't know. Or what makes me satisfied? I would think I was unquenchable.
But I do know now. It's more than discovering something... or writing a book... Or helping someone with no second intentions...
I love you not only entirely for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. You make me fulfilled, accomplished... [happy].
However, it is better to have loved and lost than never been loved.
I learned love isn't finding the perfect person, but seeing you perfectly.
"True stories don't have endings." (by Richard Bach)
Don't bother asking me why I love you.. Words would always fall short.
The truth is: I need you.
