LOVE: SHE WAS A STUNNING MYSTERY

I admit,I was afraid to love.Not just love,but to love her.For she was a stunning mystery. She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand, and I, I was afraid to fail, like the others. She was the ocean and i was just a boy who loved the waves but was completely terrified to swim.Her eyes carried a certain kind of silence that begged to be understood and i felt as if i was a scientist, staring with eager, feverant eyes into galaxies that have not yet had the chance to be named' “It's funny. No matter how hard you try, you can't close your heart forever. And the minute you open it up, you never know what's going to come in. But when it does, you just have to go for it! Because if you don't, there's not point in being here.

Every step you take, a million doors open in front of you like poppies; your next step closes them, and another million bloom. You get on a train, you pick up a lamp, you speak, you don’t. What decides why one thing gets picked to be the way it will be? Accident? Fate? Some weakness in ourselves? Forget your harps, your tin-foil angels—the only heaven worth having would be the heaven of answers


 People speak of fate and meetings of chance. Finding of soul mates and love at first glance.
Alignment of planets. Shooting stars up above. Fullness of the moon and pairs of white doves. I've never taken stock in these symbols and signs. But having met you proved I'd been blind. Poets write of hearts eternal devotion. Flames of desire and new found emotion. Love ever lasting a lifetime of bliss. Heaven here on Earth the passion of a kiss. I've never found valid these words foolishly penned. then you graced my presence and proved me wrong again. Singers sing of heartache and the one that got away. Internal emptiness pain that still remains. Missed opportunities the hollowness of night. Paths that never cross timing that wasn't right. I never dreamed those songs could ever ring so true. Until I thought of life without ever knowing you

I need a soul mate so that I can be who I am, naked. I want there to be someone who picks up my heavy, bleeding heart and takes it somewhere safe and warm.


The problem about cutting out the best of your heart and giving it to people, is that 1. It hurts to do that; and 2. You never know if they are going to throw it away or not. But then you should still do it. Because any other way is cowardice. At the end of the day, it's about being brave and we are only haunted by the ghosts that we trap within ourselves; we are not haunted by the ghosts that we let out. We are haunted by the ghosts that we cover and hide. So you let those ghosts out in that best piece of your heart that you give to someone. And if the other person throws it away? Or doesn't want it to begin with? Someone else will come along one day, cut out from his/her heart that exact same jagged shape that you cut out of your own heart, and make their piece of heart fit into the rest of yours. Wait for that person. And you can fill their missing piece with your soul


I know it’s unexplainable because I barely know you, but being with you makes me feel good inside and happy. I’ve never had that. When I see you, I feel like I’m home. Like we’re pieces of a puzzle that have finally come together. And . . . and I think being happy isn’t about the big moments, like when you graduate from college or get that job you’ve been wanting. It’s the small moments that take your breath away and make you truly happy, like the first time you see your newborn’s face or . . . or when you meet someone who could be your soulmate