Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
When I die, it's your hand I will be holding
so real, we were dreaming.
Wistful...haunting a small bird sings. Bewitched, my heart is hers.
.......so hard to tell him.
- first his, then hers:
I'm amazed how many people mistake me for a woman.
They're not mistaken. They're finally recognizing who you really are.
I loved her and some times she loved me too
a heart doesn't always go where you tell it to.
Quicken me with your tease, sparking lightning and thunder please...
They say love is a beautiful thing... Yes you are.
Spin the wheel,
wait in anticipation.
Hopes are high,
hearts at risks!
She is so beautiful, want her right now! Yum, YUM!!!
I love you, but can't be afraid to lose you.
My love has grown; I've watered it with many tears.
I no longer dream of your love. I have it.
You with another, real or imagined, rips out my heart...
No eye contact, trying to be invisible in plain sight.
Last night I wondered if we had crossed paths sooner.
Go looking for love,and it will never find you.
suck, lick swallow, get the picture!!!!!!
Heaven entwined, we shared love.
I would forever be unhappy, to make her forever happy.
until it found it's period.
we don't know what we're missing till it comes along
every part of me tingles.