Many waters cannot quench love, but time.
Love is beautiful. Love is pure. Love is worth giving your all to—and love hurts.
We learn to settle for what is worth the stress because love, in all its regalia, cannot truly be understood. Today, you’re up there, all smiles; the next day, you’re sobbing like a baby. Why must it hurt if it is love?
We often burn the bridges that lead us to their hearts; hence, healing needs a bag of pounds to reach us.
Many waters cannot quench love, but time can.
What you don’t water dies, and when it’s dead, just look for the nearest bridge and cross over so you don’t drown. Love is beautiful—who can doubt it? Like a child staring into the eyes of his mother while suckling, so is love staring into our hearts while stabbing.
Who can quench the burning desire for more? After a long battle with healing, we still long for more. Truly, it is not good for a man to be alone.
Why should something so sweet have so much power to hurt so badly? Can’t it just be perfect, good, endless, pure, true to time and season, without doubt?
Love: four letters strong enough to hold the universe together.
How can I find my way back to you? Nah… not the ex—the feelings that come with being loved right: the feeling of being cared for, being checked up on, being heard and listened to. Bless God! The bag of pounds reached me early enough to heal before Valentine’s Day.
Don’t be so hard. Let someone love you. Don’t be greedy; give love the time it deserves, even when it feels wasted on an imperfect soul.
I love to say: love will find you when it is worth the pain.
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