SecretLifeOfDawn

tell me how I'm supposed to breath with no air If I should die before I wake it's cause you took my breath away losing you is like living in a world with no air I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave my heart won't move it's incomplete If there was a way to make you understand How do you expect me to live alone with just me cause my world revolves around you It's so hard for me to breath Tell me how I am supposed to breath with no air can't live, can't breath with no air It's how I feel whenever you aint there there's no air Got me out here in the water so deep tell me how you gonna be without me If you aint here I just can't breath

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding Into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a ...