Her beauty and the lamplight overthrew you.

Why chocolate is a better boyfriend.

Chocolate is ready to celebrate when your ecstatic.
Chocolate is also ready to mourn in depression.
Chocolate can listen to you rattle on in tragedy.
Chocolate tolerates your fits of manic hyperactivity. 
Chocolate will run out, but you can be sure there’s more around the corner.
Chocolate gives you what it promises to and never goes back on its word.
Chocolate has that delicious, irresistible, tantalizing taste.
Chocolate will never judge you.

Chocolate will never let you down.
Chocolate will always be there when you need it.

Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Sorry Juliet.
Romeo’s not coming back.
He says it’s not the time, that it’s got nothing to do with you.
But that’s just exactly what it is, he just doesn’t want to say it.
He doesn’t want to break your heart.
Funny, he didn’t seem to have a problem breaking it all those times before.
What he really wants to tell you is that there’s someone else.
Who is willing to give him probably a lot more than you would have.
In terms of more than just love. 
Things you’re too young, too naïve to even think about.
What he wants.
What you can’t give him.
And so,
He’s moved on.

Now you sit up through the darkening night, drenching your pillow with all the emotions that tore your soul apart, just for one boy. Emotions that are stronger now, in this one moment of tragedy. Because for some reason, your heart still leaps when you see that spark of light in his chestnut eyes, your spirit dances at the sight of his raven hair, ruffled by the wind and for that moment, he’s no longer the boy you used to know, but the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. Even though he’s waving goodbye, running into the arms of another, never to hold your hand and whisper in your ear, just like you dreamed it would be.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

oh love, don't let me go.

A wise young lady once asked me "Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?"

What do I think? 

                                                                                        I say, loved and lost.

Because at least then,
Even for that fleeting moment in time,
You know so much more than you did, than you would have known, had you never loved. 

You now know that you actually love someone. 
What it feels like to love someone.
What it feels like to have someone love you.

What it feels like to have your heart broken by that very person who you thought to be the golden thread that spun your life.
Giving it hope.
                   Joy.
                            Meaning. 
                                              For just once. 
What it feels like to cry through the night, tears of bitter sorrow, for the one who once made your heart leap.
           Then, with happiness.

Now with despair.
                             At the sight of him.
                             With her.
                             Them.

                             Together.
And you?                                                                                                                 Forgotten.

And so, everyone says, if you love someone, TELL THEM.
Before it’s too late.
But.

There was another wise lady who said “Do you have any idea what it’s like to say ‘I love you’ to someone and not have them say it back? ”

I do.

It sucks.

what a lovely way to burn ;)

My Dad : A man to be proud of.

Fire on the Mountain.