Does love liberate the heart or does it chain it up.

Why do I miss the days and the times when my heart was free of any emotional entanglements.

After you, I don't think I will ever allow myself to fall again.

When does the line between consideration and basic needs get crossed.

Does Alexandra have to eventually leave.

Why does a day give promise, and another day dispel it.

Demanding, or otherwise; am I wrong to continue wavering, to give that slightest percentage wherein I leave, or fill in the blanks to which I am unable to articulate.

There are the times I think, maybe I need the man who can give me the affection and attention when I want it, as promised, because I don't always seek affection and attention. But when I do, I want it. Like a cat does.

There are times, too, I wonder why I cannot open my mouth about you. Am I afraid about my freedom and wanting for Flow to dictate just when, since the things that mean the most to me take the longest to get articulated, or is there something underlying everything that is wrong.

I need some answers, because Alexandra may go lost eventually.

I am holding on to you, not because I want to gain any benefits from you. Nothing with fame, money, experience or whatsoever. Not because you make me feel loved, not because you can give me fantastic sex. Not because of all the million and one reasons I can break it all down into. I am holding on, because I love you. That's all.

You are the scariest man to ever come into my life-- nothing in my life is ever un-scary, and you scare me the most. You represent uncertainty yet stability-- all sorts of paradoxes. I know the entire idea with busy-ness, I also know that my position is shaky because I am young and uninformed. I am so much younger, it scares me at times. Yet I can never tear myself away.

Sometimes I feel as though you are the one who has given me loads of heartache and confusion. From the beginning of the pursuit. It's partly to do with me, and partly to do with the situation. But I don't know, was this all meant to be part of the equation. I have told you I sometimes wished I never knew you; I wonder how you react deep inside besides saying that you wouldn't put it that way.

I take good care of myself and make myself happy enough. I like the ties and relations I have with others. So I always think, if another were in my life, there is no point that he doesn't satisfy me or makes me unhappy. You stand out from the rest of the men.

I stick on, but I wonder, is love enough, if the uncertainty I have is so strong. Perhaps these are too early to be answered. Or do I seek certainty too much. I sort these out myself, because I need a clear head rather than to sulk and demand. I still wonder, though, will Alexander leave with her lord one day, no matter how she lays on your satin and kisses you in the morning.

If Alexander left, the road to take would be clear.

there are the times i feel like i'm dying of anguish and of want.

Although, sometimes I do wish you could be a little more update-ive.

And I never knew I'd like that. One has to laugh.

There comes a time when you realise there is someone who means the world to you


And that you cannot run away from that fact.


Even more beautiful is that it's mutual.

"One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: "When you're in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe." (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, "Nothing means as much without that person."

One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing "so you're saying you can't enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you're really in love with them?"

"Of course not." the professor replied. "Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don't witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It's not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more." "

-Nightmare Brunette

   Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures—when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.


-Brian Moore, the Luck of Ginger Coffey