PERSONAL: TO BE DESIRED

All the bruised lives, searching hearts...Everyone wants a love story but few will risk what it takes to live one.To have a caring and committed heart toward someone—a heart so firm in its devotion as to sooner stop beating than neglect the object of its desire despite the person's state of health, appearance, reputation, finances, troubles, or challenges—that, dear world, is love. It is a rare find. There is something beautiful about watching two people lovingly act silly together; behaving as though no one else existed.How we take it for granted – those trivial conversations; those mundane moments that we think hold no meaning. We never realise how much we rely on the ordinariness of everyday life. When love is gone – when our entire world is gone – only then do we understand those moments are what we live for


Sometimes you want to stay with someone, not only because it's magic and it's promising and it feels like home; but sometimes you find someone and you want to stay with her—because you're the same kind of animal.Then there are the simple things. The way she fits against my side when we’re sitting together. How she can silence my addled thoughts with one look. The sound of my name from her lips. The way she can make a moment, any moment, a thousands times better when she is there. How the simplest pleasures in life become exciting with the promise of sharing the experience with her.Sometimes the best and worst times of your life can coincide. It is a talent of the soul to discover the joy in pain—-thinking of moments you long for, and knowing you’ll never have them again. The beautiful ghosts of our past haunt us and yet we still can’t decide if the pain they caused us out weighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love


When you finally meet the right one for you, it suddenly becomes clear why everyone else was so wrong.All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony. We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you. It’s so evident to me now that just because someone is a great woman doesn’t guarantee we’ll make a great couple, no matter how much I work at it and want it. I don't want words, as seductive, pleasant and warming as they can be. I want to see that I am  worth some sacrifice or some great deed. And it's not that people are always worth it, it's that love is.Love is . . . needing to be with this one person. No—it’s more like wanting to need to be with this one person. I remember my English professor long ago  once read us this great Robert Frost quotation that went something like, ‘Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.In neuroscience, the brain scans of people newly in love look a lot like the brain scans of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. In each case, your dopamine is suppressing your serotonin

There comes a moment in life when one must acknowledge that you just can't keep looking back into your past for reasons to keep someone in your present and future. Regardless of how much looking that cruel reality in the eye hurts...memories can't be enough.You can never recover from losing a person you love, but you can find a way to let it be part of your life rather than letting it take over every part of you