Why does it always have to hurt? she asked. Every time it hurts. Sometimes, just as bad as the last time, sometimes even worse. And then her soul spoke to her and said: Because there's always love, my dear, and the loss of love will always hurt, regardless of how unhealthy, debilitating and destructive the relationship was. So what am I to do? she'll asked helplessly. You'll learn to love yourself, her soul replied And only when you do that, will you find...
I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.
I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence. I often speak your name. All I have are memories, and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in His keeping...I have you in my heart.