The worst you could do, is be my best. Love is damned. Love is blessed.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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Love is the summation of all that I ever manage to feel towards you. I consider that to be the greatest of all blessings. And for that I am and will remain eternally thankful.
Love is lost.
Love is not blessed. Truth.
Amazing.
I feel blessed for having loved you and having had you love me...
If love be damned...so am I...
Broken
beautiful
beautiful!
Absolutely LOVE this shot.. :)) Great Capture..
This is the first one I've failed to understand, or at least delude myself into the feeling of comprehension.
This is the only one that has no significance to my life yet.
I would appreciate an explanation. Perhaps time will provide one.
Holy crap.
You're right.
she is blessed having you in her life
he has that chance, if that's what he wants, all he has to do is ask.
Read. Learn about humans, escape from high school, and find things you agree with. You are a glorious human, and this is in fact how I feel to often.
Don't worry, I know you're a "man about town". And I am a woman that's just about everything.
Absolutely Awesome!
Love is wasted.
word play at its finest.
love is amazing even at it's worse.love isn't good or bad ,love is love ,amazing feeling that never is lost,the attachments of love that is conditional comes from what we each place on meaning of love .
Love is damned. Truth.
Meaning of love? You can't begin to relate to. You can make no justification. You can not even begin to understand the meaning of love without ever having been in love. Love is more than a feeling. Have a sip of the truth you lack.
I said yes without actually saying the words out loud. He left anyway.
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine!
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
She wasn't the one for him. He decided he had to get over her. Distance, silence. He loved her. He wanted to be her friend if she wouldn't love him back. She lashes out passively in an underhanded attempt to make him an enemy as he sets out to distance himself for a short time. She smirks and bats her eyes innocently. Lash by lash spreading more hurt. Lash by lash simplifying letting go. Lash by lash killing what could have been a very beautiful, simpler friendship.
Why?
Just show up at the door.
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