I saw you, I loved you, but now I miss you, and I still can't speak because I know you hate me.

Love … It’s a nice little trick if you can find it.

We had found it.

But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.

You deserve someone who you don't mind sharing your world with—someone you can trust in it.
You deserve someone that you don't have to second guess.
You deserve someone you trust as much as you trust yourself.
You deserve someone you can talk to and not have to talk over.
You deserve someone who believes in your dreams and loves you for your passion.
You deserve someone who is worthy---someone who can love you the way you deserve to be loved.
You deserve someone who will listen and not hold what you shared against you later.
You deserve someone who makes you laugh.
You deserve someone who makes you whole.
You deserve someone who will make you smile every day,
and I deserve the same thing, too.

I'll never tell you to stop loving. You see, I believe in hopeless love. Oh yes. I believe in it with all my heart, though you may discount the heart of an old nanny like me. For real love brings pain. Real love means sacrifices and hurts and all the thousand shocks of life. But it also means beauty, true beauty.

If love is like driving a car, then I must be the worst driver in the world. I missed all the signs and ended up lost.

love needs too much help, he said.
hate takes care of itself.