The sad thing about being in love is that if we are not wanted, someone has to be blamed - depending on our self image, either you are to blame, or else, it is I.

It seems the only time we come closer to the truth is when we discover we are loved - then we see it as a blessing bestowed upon us by the person we love, who for some strange reason loves us.

It is so difficult to accept that love either is or is not, without our hearts being asked.

Have a nice weekend thinking up more stories and poems :))