I still love books. Nothing a computer can do can compare to a book. You can’t really put a book on the Internet. Three companies have offered to put books by me on the Net, and I said, ‘If you can make something that has a nice jacket, nice paper with that nice smell, then we’ll talk.’ All the computer can give you is a manuscript. People don’t want to read manuscripts. They want to read books. Books smell good. They look good. You can press it to your bosom. You can carry it in your pocket.
and then someone said the most beautiful thing…
…I’m going to hold your hand, warm the coldness that you feel til it goes away.
I’m going to be right beside you, keep you in place, keep you company until that restlessness you feel will be replaced by calmness.
I’m going to be there even when you ask me to leave you alone. I’m going to stand in the shadows and will walk away only if I feel that you’re really okay.
I’m going to be there, always, even when you’re still thinking of him.
Stop saying that you love me, that there’s a big a part of you that does not want to let go of me – reeling me in when I have decided that I’m moving on. How could you say those things when every thing that pops up says otherwise? Then you provide this void that’s hurtful to bear; that I’m too anxious to hear the answers to. Those are not the words I need right now.
I miss loving you with that amazing completeness I shared with you.
I can’t love you with these broken pieces.
You love them. Not entirely because you have a reason to need to but because they are perfectly the person you want to give that love to. Not because they have been good, or you have this attraction to bad boys, or anything really. You just love them. No reason. No conditions.
And by no conditions and accounted reasons, you know you will not be together forever. It doesn’t mean it will keep you from hurting each other. You’re there and you ask for nothing in return because you stand on your love. You love them for reasons you do not know and for reasons you’re only too happy not to care. Just because you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes of who they are. And you know they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
And that’s solely paid on your tab. You are responsible for it.
Commitment is the component of love. Short term commitment is the decision that one loves someone. The long term aspect is the commitment to maintain that love.
How hard is it to choose someone who loves you and has proven everything that he truly does over someone who has often left you with your heart torn into pieces but who you love without conditions?
Don’t you wanna be with me?
…Of course I want to be with you. Why did you think I stayed as long as I did?
I don’t know. Why did you stay?
…Because I love you.
To forget somebody isn’t possible. Deep inside, you remember everything. You may not think of them for years at a time, but you don’t know how to forget. You can recall the way they smiled when they were happy, and the way their face showed no expression when they couldn’t find their way.
video by: Adam Ardans,Tiffany Lo, Travis Munn, Eric Night Pipe, Darrin O’Hara & Joselito Seringt