“That love is reverence, and worship, and glory, and the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores. But they don't know it. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, comtempt, and general indiference, and they call it love. Once you've felt what it means to love as you and I know it - the total passion for the total height - you are unable of anything else.”
- The Fountainhead

I read all your old letters.



And I started to cry. Then an itty, bitty smile found it's way across my face. 'Cause I knew what you wrote was the truth -- even if the truth didn't last as long as I wanted it to.

I threw the box away today ..

Do you think everyone has a soulmate?
I don't. I think certain individuals come and go, in and out of our lives for very precise, specific reasons. Each lending some wisdom, laughter or heartache. It is in the constant shifting of these relationships that we are forever changed. Only then does God gift us those bouncy, rubber soles we need to jump and leap towards our destinies.

I don't waste time worrying about what other people think because I'm coming from the heart with everything I do. So when you whisper mean things and wish evil upon me -- I don't blink. That is your nature and this is mine.