This is well said....

Sometimes when we touch....

I'm hearing people telling me that I'm weak and crazy because I love you and because I'm craving for your love. They are wrong...THIS is what makes me strong, loving you under these circumstances, loving you without expecting to be loved back, that makes me a strong woman. 

I'm not even going to ask you if you love me, I care but I don't want you to love me because I love you. It's not a trade baby. I love you for the smell of your skin, I love you for how I felt when I was with you, I love you for your eyes looking at me, I love you for the endless kisses, I love you for your silence, I love you for the small nothings said or left unsaid....

Do you remember how I was melting in your arms? How I was tasting the coffee on your lips? 

I love you for the last kiss..... 

Six degrees

" First: You think that a broken heart is just as bad as it gets, the sadness

 Second: The anger is what's going to kill you, because you never see it coming (or simply refused to see it)

 Third: Your world becomes two, them and you

 Fourth: You finally think you're alright

 Fifth: You see them with someone else and it just goes to hell

 Sixth: You admit you screwed up, not them and nothing they did was wrong, you'd take them back without   thinking

 The Six Degrees, we all go through them just in different stages." 

I'm just hurt.

We're made of rocks. Tons of small, irregular rocks. And all we have to do is to keep this puzzle in a perfect equilibrium. 
Just make them fit. 
Too bad that in order to polish them in different shapes and sized we need to throw ourselves in a stormy sea and sometimes forget to search and rescue the pieces. 

And what glues us then?