• Love is the slowest form of suicide.
    Any person who has ever loved or
    been loved knows this to be true.

    Yet all we do in life is look for love.
    and when that love eventually leaves
    you feel like you were crushed by a train.
    Even though you knew that this would happen sooner or later.

    Some people would rather be lonely
    all of their lives than deal with this pain
    over and over again.

    But I am content to loved by him
    until the day he leaves,
    whether for lack of love for me
    or we live our lives till the end together.
    I will never love any as much as I love him.