Sometimes you want to say, I love you,

Sometimes you want to say, I love you, but?
Yet the but takes away the ?I love you?. In love their are no ?buts? or ?if?s? or ?when?. It?s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It?s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart?eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.

To say I love you, but?. is to say, I did not love you at all.

I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.
— Jamie Weise

Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish

Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle–it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act if self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?
— Allyson Braithwaite Condie, First Day

To be rejected by someone doesn’t mean you

To be rejected by someone doesn’t mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn’t mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment, and it only hurt so much because to you, that person’s opinion symbolized the opinion of the whole world, of God.
— Jocelyn Soriano, Mend My Broken Heart

I think you still love me, but we

I think you still love me, but we can?t escape the fact that I?m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I?m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I?m not angry, either. I should be, but I?m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun