Friday, July 27, 2012

LOVE/THOUGHTS: HAVING THE RIGHT PERSON AT THE WRONG TIME

The greatest ironies of life: having the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone after that person walks out of your sight. Love is not about finding the right person, but creating a right relationship. It's not about how much love you have in the beginning but how much love you build till the end.You can't make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize your worth.For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.Each of us is a lake of love, yet strangely enough, we are all thirsty.In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love you want the other person.

Just because you know someone doesn't mean you love them, and just because you don't know people doesn't mean you can't love them. You can fall in love with a complete stranger in a heartbeat, if God
planned that route for you. So open your heart to strangers more often. You never know when God will throw that pass at you.

It doesn't take a reason to love someone, but it does to like someone. You don't love someone because you want to, you love someone because you are destined too. It's because you fall in Love with them, that you then try to find a reason, but you always come up with the answer, No reason! "Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete. Who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. Its about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing all the way to your bones that she's simply the best person you've ever known.

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