This is not LIFE....

I may meet thousands of people who may be like you...
But they can't be "YOU"
I might make a living without you...
But that living is not called "LIFE"

I feel low and lost...life seems meaningless and I'm struggling to find the reason for my sufferings....my slow dying.

Today is a real bad day for me.I feel so low,everything seems to go wrong. I don't feel like living any more.This life is so meaningless.I feel so lonely and lost. I wish I could die....

“Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end.”

Trust

For you to trust me and me to trust you,
you have to accept me and I have to accept you
the way I am and the way you are,
fully seen and deeply known,
with no need of apology –
with my body imperfections and with yours,
with my character shortcomings and yours, too….

for you are a sacred gift to me
and I am a sacred gift to you,
and gifts are to be gratefully accepted
and heartily enjoyed,

but only if you trust me and I trust you,
can we let ourselves be ourselves
and forget real or unreal barriers,
conventions or inhibitions,
as to profoundly enjoy
what we’ve been granted:
you – the gift of me,
me – the gift of you,
as deeply as our inner worlds
can take us in,
with trust
and joy.

-John keats

Have you ever been in love?

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

To You Only......

To live and love with you and be one forever.
To be near you so I can reach out and touch you.
To make love with you, laugh with you,
cry with you, talk with you.
To hold you close every night,
waking up to you each morning.
To share my secrets with you
and be honest with you.
To understand and respect you
accepting you for you.
To find shelter in you when I am afraid
and hold you close when i need warmth.
To be with you through all the seasons
walking with you in the sunshine
and cuddling with you in the cold.
To care for you when you are ill
and be joyful when you are happy.
To grow old with you and be with you
until the end of time.
With you and only you,
I would do all these things.
To you and only you...
all my love.