The process of love sometimes means unexpected detours.

Every moment is too precious for the games we play, and for the filters we use, and the masks we wear. The illusion of endless time can rob us from truly engaging fearlessly in the moment, and so can the fear of loss. If you love and care about someone, love them like there is no tomorrow, and when tomorrow comes, and you're both still here, love them some more.

It really sucks when someone I know doesn't say what they mean and what they feel, and then proceeds to blame me for what they have done, and gets angry at me for things they have perceived I have done and for perceptions I do not have.

In order to realize love, one must risk being hurt.

The essence of Love is life itself.

Do you dance around love, or dance in it?