You don't have to love in words, even through the silences love is always heard

A loving heart questions the bad things in life, A broken heart questions the good things in life

I never felt more scared of anything in my life but yet more safer than being with you &*

For every Broken Heart There is a story to be told

For fighting anger is hard, for a man would sell his soul for revange

The world closed in around me. It all flooded back. What I felt was a still-too-powerful yearning, a longing that tore through me, that made the love and heart break feel fresh and alive,

The worst part....or should I i say the best part..is I have hope...You see, the hope is there. Like grief, hope hides and pounces and taunts and never leaves. I am not sure which of the two is the crueler mistress.