The feeling of hearing your heart pump faster when I am next to you.
The feeling of my spirits rising when you smile at me.
The feeling of happiness when you say you miss me.
The feeling of greatness when you talk about your future.
The feeling of knowledge and understand when I come to you with my worries.
The feeling of love when you lift my head and kiss me.
The feeling of sadness and depression of wanting you back.
The feeling that you knowing you won't feel those things again.

What if life was a test.
A test for another life.
A test for your real life.
What if life was a test to make sure you could handle your real life that was to come.
I wonder that sometimes.
I wonder if this isn't my life but a test.
And if you pass you go to your real life.
I think a lot of us would do better the second time around.
We would be able to understand how to deal with issues, people, love and death.

Once again I had a sleepless night.
Once again you kept me up at night.
I had to talk too you.
I had to see you again.
I called you in the middle of the night and you answered the call.
He said he missed me and needed to see me.
I did not believe it at all.
He then told me how sorry he was for holding back how much he really needed me.
Not wanting to loose him again I told him I would take him back.
I understood what I was doing taking him back.
I was playing his little game.
A game that can never end.

I'm not sure if I miss you
or all the beautiful memories we had together.
How can I forget you if I want to remember all the journeys you took me on.
Sometimes I think,
do I miss you or the memory of you.

Do you want to change the world?
Do you  want to change peoples lives?
Do you want to put others before yourself?
You can not do all these things if you have unfinished business with yourself.
You must be content with who and what you are.
Then at that moment you can achieve great things.
You can then make a difference throughout your world.
Nothing great comes from the outside but from within.

The deeper I think
the deeper I fall.
The more I remember
the more I want to forget.
The more love
the more I hate.
The more I open my eyes
the more I want to close them.
The more I know
the less I understand.
The more I over look the situation
the more I regret.