To Know Another's Heart, You Must First

We Are Not Made Up Only Of Our Light And Happiness But Also Of Darkness And Sorrow. To Deny The Darkness Of Yourself Is To Deny Half Of Who You Are, And When You Love, Truly Love, You Need To Love The Whole Person Not Just The Part That Smiles And Waves, But The Part That Thinks Murderous Thoughts And Knows That Pain Is Both Pleasure And Temptation, But Still Thinks Puppies Are Really Cute.

Being A Successful Couple Was Learning What You Were Willing To Compromise On, And What You Weren't; Learning When To Stand Your Ground, And When To Give It Up; What Was Truly Important Enough To Fight Over, And What Was Just You Being Pissy. You Learned Each Other's Hot Buttons, The Places That Hurt, Or Angered, When You Pressed Them. Love Makes You Learn Where All The Pitfalls Are, And How To Avoid Them, Or How To Set Them Off.

People Talk Of Sorrow As If It Is Soft, A Thing Of Water And Tears. But True Sorrow Is Not Soft. True Sorrow Is A Thing Of Fire, And Rock. It Burns Your Heart, Crushes Your Soul Under The Weight Of Mountains. It Destroys, And Even If You Keep Breathing, Keep Going, You Die.

If You Can't Impress Yourself, Then No One Else Really Matters.

He Laughed, And It Raised Goose-bumps On My Arms. "oh,ma Petite ,ma Petite , You Are Precious." Just What I Wanted To Hear. "so How Are You Getting Here?" "my Private Jet." Of Course, He Had A Private Jet. "when Can You Be Here?" "i Will Be There As Soon As I Can, My Impatient Flower." "i Prefer Ma Petite To Flower.