Poetry makes it seem like love is something you can lose.
It’s not. But it is fairly easy to misplace.
Cupid swerves his truck through a gutter puddle, soaking a few months or years of our lives in love. But it never seems to last.
And that’s where most people misplace their love.
It’s hard to see it at first, through all the shouting and screaming and tears. But as time unwinds from love’s silky thighs, a little something gets left behind.
There’s a part of me that remembers being in love with everyone in my past; that remembers a time and place when we were together and we were happy.
We can never go back there but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist, locked deep in the past where it can’t be changed.
A memory of time well spent, with someone we cared about.
Always and forever, and never again, all at the same time.
Wherever you are.
Whatever you want to call it.
There’s something within you that can light up the darkest place.
Even when no one can see it — and even when you forget it’s there — you carry that warm glow of love and kindness everywhere.
Don’t forget to share.
I don’t want anchovies on my pizza, but I don’t hate them. I don’t care enough about anchovies to hate them.
We have to love something or be scared of losing something we love to hate anything.
I often hate writing.
I hate the thought that I’m going to dedicate my life to doing it, and it doesn’t care about me. I hate it when the words don’t come. I hate that for them to be any good, I have to put myself in them. And I hate that no matter what I do, some people won’t like what they see in them — and they might hate me too.
But I love to hate it.
Just like a sports fan loves to hate their biggest rivals. It’s all part of the game.
It’s no fun hating a rival team that you never get to play, that you never get to score against, that you never get to holler and swear and shout at. It’s no fun when there’s nothing to challenge you.
Some days, we lose, and there are tears. But that just means there’s more war to wage tomorrow.
Find something that you love to hate, and you’ll battle with it forever.