You deserve a man who makes God his everything, because a man like this knows that both of you has your own life.
Love has insecurities and problems. Love makes mistakes. Love also has his own brokenness. But those things do not make him ugly. Instead, they make him more real—more human.
Her poem will contain only the broken pieces of her heart. There will be no ellipses, just a dot. Goodbye.
I wish I could stop loving you so that I could free myself of the pain of you not being able to love me back.
If there is really something between us just like how you are making me feel, then reach for me, dear. Don’t just stand there, staring.