Sweetheart…
My heart has been broken many times. And there I bear the burden of knowing I have hurt others too often. Like a forest scorched by fire, there is much deadwood in my heart. Yet, now I feel the roots of new growth down deep that I had almost given up hope for.
Indian mystic, guru and spiritual teacher Osho
Fear
comes
from
the
mind,
love
comes
from
your
heart;
listen
to the
heart.
My Darling…
In an hour I’m meeting you for lunch. It’s only been a couple of days since we were last together, but I am excited to see you again. Being with you makes a good day better and helps save me from a bad one.
Early 20th Century Lebanese artist, poet, and writer Kahlil Gibran
…think not
you can
direct
the course
of love,
for love,
if it
finds you
worthy,
directs
your
course.
Love…
…thrives within. I have seen the best and worst of you and I choose both. Deep and completely, I want to know you to all depths possible and be fully known to you the same way.
Anonymous quote from the heart by an unknown writer
What would
it be like
to swing
on a star,
or walk on
a cloud?
Would it be
anything
like what
I feel
whenever
you are near?
Love…
…was “sugar” to my Grandmother when she was kissed on the cheek. Her smile when one of us kids “gave her some sugar” is indelibly stamped upon my heart. I feel like she must have when you kiss me on my forehead.
From the novel “I Say Who, What and Where!” by Merce Cardus
No matter
where we
come from,
a little
sugar
is what
everybody
demands in life,
what everybody
needs in life.
It’s perhaps the
main ingredient
that keeps
us alive.
I remember…
…how much you loved me and how I broke your heart. I suffer for it still today even though years have passed. I love you more than ever and can’t move on.
John Keats to Fanny Brawne
I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me.
I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving ….I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my religion – love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you.
My creed is love and you are its only tenet – you have ravish’d me away by a power I cannot resist.
I remember…
…how you would play with my hair in back when we sat together. I felt safe and loved… then.
Adpated from a poem by Pulitzer Prize-winner Edna St. Vincent Millay 
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss her in the weeping of the rain;
I want her at the shrinking of the tide;
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,–so with her memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell her foot or shone her face
I say, “There is no memory of her here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering her!
I remember…
…how cute you looked when you would take a nap snuggled up with Mr. Bear. I miss sweet moments like that with you.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Pulitzer Prize Winner for Poetry, (1892 –1950)
Where you used to be,
There is a hole in the world,
Which I find myself
constantly walking around
in the daytime,
And falling in at night.
I miss you like hell.
I remember…
…so much and am reminded every day of you by something I come across, by noticing a place we went or a song on the radio. I’m trying to let you go, but so far I can’t.
From the John Waite song “Missing you”
Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath.
And I’m still standing here
And you’re miles away
And I’m wondering why you left.
I remember…
… you telling me you loved me with all your heart but wanted a divorce because you could forgive me, but could never forget.
Henry Ward Beecher (1813 –1887)
I can forgive,
but I cannot forget,
is only another way of saying,
I will not forgive.
Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note
torn in two,
and burned up,
so that it never can be shown against one.
I remember…
…how much you like chocolate malted milkshakes made with vanilla ice cream with extra malt.
Author Unknown
I dropped a tear
in the ocean.
The day you find it
is the day
I will stop
missing you.
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