Intimate

 “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

Healing time

"Tell him I don’t ever want to see him again

Tell him he meant nothing to me

Tell him I never loved him

Tell him I won’t miss him at all

But please don’t tell him

I said all this with tears in my eyes..."

Author unknown

 "Your pains are God's way to rouse you from slumber. Pain is your wake-up call to awaken, to look deeper into yourself, to adjust the course of your life."