It’s a funny thing
How two hearts can intertwine,
Even under the strangest of circumstances.
Bonds have a way of forming
Right before your eyes,
Yet just beyond your view.
It’s not until you close your eyes
To the world around you,
And take a step back,
That you realize
What a beautiful thing you have,
Growing in the palm of your hand.
It’s like a little light
Shining in between your fingers,
Filling your soul with warmth,
Making your heart smile.
And it’s then when you learn
That the most precious things in life
Are those seen with the heart.

"I love you."
I love you like a sister,
I love you like a brother,
I love you like a friend,
I love you like a lover.

Love—
One word with countless meanings.
In my life I have loved many.
And in return,
I have been loved by many.
And yet, there is still so much I have to learn
About the art of loving.

Love—
A word defined in many different ways.
Is it possible for love to bloom,
Even in the absence of physical touch?
Can it grow and flourish,
Despite the forces
Trying to destroy it?

Love—
A timeless idea that has withstood the ages.
Can young hearts understand what it means
To share your love with another?
They say you're too young to know what love is.
But I beg to differ.
After all, it is MY heart we're talking about.

Is love really so complicated?
When my heart said "I love you,"
Why wouldn't my lips form the words?

My heart hurts.
I wish that I could unthink
The things I've thought tonight.
I want things to stay the way they are,
I want to let our little sprout
Grow into the rose it yearns to be.

I think I love you.
Cause the thought of never again
Seeing that beautiful smile of yours,
Makes my heart ache.

I know I never should have
Opened my heart to you.
From the very start,
This love was destined to end.
It was a wishful fantasy;
An all-too-perfect dream.
But even so...
If I were given the chance
To remake my choice,
I think I'd do it all again.
Because this hurt,
These tears that I'm about to cry,
Are proof that what I'm feeling is real.

I don't want to let you go,
I don't want to see this end.
It's been perfect,
And I've loved every minute of it.
But I think it's best if we stop.
Cause if it hurts now,
How much more will it hurt,
If we wait till our hearts are closer?
I wish that I could unthink
The things I’ve thought tonight.

Too many of us,
Waste away our lives
In search of perfection—
The perfect love,
The perfect match,
A perfect fit.
Too many of us
Are unsatisfied with the perfection
We already have.
See, I think we've got it all wrong.
Imperfection is not
The absence of perfection.
Rather,
Perfection is simply,
The presence of imperfection.

I look at the world,
I look in the mirror.
I see so much wrong,
Wherever I look.

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If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain

Or help one fainting Robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not live in Vain.

Control.
I've lost control. It feels that way, anyway.

But I'm always in control. Control of my life, my career, my money. My journey.

Im so in control that I don't even realise I'm not, until it hits me. Like an unstoppable force. An insurmountable pressure. A tsunami crashing against my mind, the weight of it almost crushing me.

I let my mind crumble. I succumb to rage, and then stress and then to tears. Feelings, emotions, thoughts flood in. The gates are opened. I feel vulnerable.
I try to weather the storm. After all, My mind has done so a thousand times. Battered, and flogged like a cyclone sweeping through a rural town.

They say there is a calm before the storm. But there is also a calm after it as well. A serenity that follows a catastrophe. A peace.
I'm now at peace. Too exhausted to feel anything else but.

I'm slowly regaining control. Systems returning to normal. Rebuilding from the devastation.

I'm there. I'm back. I'm me again, except for one small difference. It's a thought.

How do I stop this happening again?