The one that loves the one we used to love.

"There are few things more discomfiting than a spontaneous outburst of genuine decency from someone you're determined to dislike for no good reason." 

So much insight.

"The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind is as we struggle to go on. But everything has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance; its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see. Sometimes, we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stitch of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it. Nothing is any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny, precious wisdom that they give to us? Even those dread and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be. " 

I accept responsibility for my actions.

Silencio.

"Silences can wound as surely as the twisting lash. But sometimes, being silent is the only way to tell the truth." 

Ever-changing perspective.

It's funny you know, I used to think sex had so much meaning. It was magical. But eventually you learn that sex is whatever you want it to be. Sure, with the right person it can be an incredible emotional and connecting experience. But it can also just be a completely physical therapy for your body and mind. Sometimes we need that reassurance that we are attractive and sometimes we just need the physical release. It's just nature. And for a long time I judged people who viewed sex as a strictly physical thing but I was wrong. If you're having sex for attention or to impress people then yeah, you should consider how that will impact your psychological and emotional stability. If you're having sex because you just need sex, then by all means. Play safe and enjoy it. 

How lucky am I to have found such great loves.

I love you. And I think I have since very early in our relationship. Within a few weeks I was absolutely captivated. It was everything is ever hoped for. You were everything I needed at the time. And I fell so hard into love with you. And I think as I age I'm starting to understand that it's okay to have loves like that. Great loves.  I've had 2 like this and another love that was different, but still great. I have to move on though. I've been saying it for so long but the truth has been piercing me so relentlessly that I know what I have to do. I will always be in some sort of love with you. But I have to walk away. Unrequited love is the most difficult, at least, it's the most difficult to endure interacting with someone. When you love someone and you know they love you, it can be difficult, but it's better than nothing at all. This isn't like that. Unrequited love isn't like that. Unrequited love chips at you. It fractures your heart with every smile at someone else, every moment you fail to share, every victory and every defeat, every laugh and joke and witty remark is just another fracture. It's all the reasons I fell in love with you and all the reasons I know you don't love me. And that's okay. I'd rather love deeply and unconditionally and alone than not love at all.   

Sounds like unrequited love.

"And then, after three weeks of that maddening, tortuous pain and massive, self-medicated doses, the wound healed and the pain receded from me just as the memories do, like landmarks on a distant, foggy shore". 

Sometimes you just have to leap.

Worry when I reach apathy.

Choose your values wisely.

I don't want to be strong for this.

You are going to have to be strong for everybody else who can't. 

I am the sun.

You have always found the grace.

Think about everything that you've been through, and you have always found the grace. 

Unaligned.

You can't kill love.

"You can't kill love. You can't even kill it with hate. You can kill in-love, andloving, and even loneliness. You can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can't kill love itself. Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own: and once you feel it, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it's part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die."

Please let me have this one.

I am so incredibly captivated by him. 

Why the hell'd you go and make things so complicated?

Why is life so complicated sometimes?