When we start to do things for the approval of others it can be so hard to forget we are writing to ourselves,
I think that's the problem with love,
Anyone would grab the world for someone else,
But nobody would save some for themselves.
We lose our world in trying to please others,
We forget who we are, trying to become what we want someone to see.
That's why love is blind.

--The more I live, the more I love, the more I realize life's not in my control.
The most elegant things, come and go so beautifully.
The most passionate feelings, subconsciously render my heart more powerful than my mind.
Everything I have loved, I have loved so naturally.
Everything I have loved, has run its course.