Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
To love is to lose control.
What barrier is there that love cannot break?
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
You love people, not for what you do for them or what they do for you. You love them for their values; their virtues.
God loves you as though you are the only person in the world, and He loves everyone the way He loves you.
The reason that ego and love are not compatible comes down to this: you cannot take your ego into the unknown, where love wants to lead. If you follow love, your life will become uncertain, and the ego craves certainty.