Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything exept tears. In the end that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have.
It strikes me, there's too much love in the world. Everyone's cryin' for lost love. Or for unrequited love. Or for love in general(want it, want it more, want it differently.. yadda yadda).
And the interesting thing is, we love. nothing stops us from loving. But why the expectation that you love me back?
OOps. wrong discussion. I am sick to the core. Love, and february. lethal for my existence. The puppy love looks everywhere makes me want to throw up.
And I condemn, yes( strong word i know) CONDEMN those people who look at the couples and sigh, and make a wish to be that way.
Find your own happiness. have the strength to love yourself. And learn to let it be enough. Life isn't all happiness and joy, shooting stars and wishes. Hope for love, but keep your eyes accustomed to reality. That's what I am about.
I refuse to be a single woman who languishes for love, I refuse to look for love.
I can look the truth in the eye for what it is. I just hope the other dithering, sad looking-for-love singles find the strength to hope, and the courage to accept.
