“Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”

She is she alone, and never needs help from me to be all she is.

I will wait, I am waiting, and I will love you with all the love I posses until this body is ash and I begin my search for you again.

All I know, all I can comprehend of the mathematics of a life, are the times your hand is inside my hand, and the times it is not.

Some days I wake up and all I feel are the fractures in the flesh that covers the only me I’ve ever known.

Look up more than down. See more than say. Listen more than speak. Hope more than dread. Believe more than criticize. Yes more than no. No more than maybe. Laugh more than cry. Love more than hate. See. More. See.

Just keep waking up, dragging yourself out of bed. It will get better.

I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront and completely truthful you make my body forget it has knees at all.

I find you in storms, I feel you in the lightning, I miss you in rain.

You are exactly Precisely and perfectly What I waited for.

Will you tolerate the strangeness inside of me, the quirks of my soul?

Are they beautiful? The lines left from suffering, Scars of emptiness.

When I’m an old man, I don’t want to count the years, we forgot to share.

Don’t ever tell me I’m broken if you will not be the glue, and please don’t point out the fractures if that’s all you’re allowed to do.

And you loved me like I was, and had always been, the answer and the question did not, and would never, matter.

There is no difference: Love is love and love is love. We are all the same.

I want the light filtered down through the trees painting flesh like a mosaic and filling up the dark in me. I want to see how sunset decorates your hair.

No matter how skillful the trading scheme, over the long haul, abnormal returns are sustained only through abnormal exposure to risk.

He hopes that she loves him in return. Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back?

Unconditional love. That’s what he wants to give her and what he wants from her. People should give without wanting anything in return.

All other giving is selfish. But he is being selfish a little, isn’t he, by wanting her to love him in return?

While these tendencies were no doubt in train in the “old,” pre-1990s economy, they accelerated over the past decade as a number of technologies with their roots in the cumulative innovations of the past half-century began to yield dramatic economic returns.

The Mexicans return the detained Central American migrants by bus or by air to the countries they come from.

However bad the weather, Dad never drove to church because Mam thought the sacrament might make him incapable on the return journey.

And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.