He was changed, burned, branded, destroyed and rebuilt. And he loved it.

Sometimes love cut so deep it caused terrible pain, or crossed paths with the joy of his present experiences.

I choose what sort of relationship I want to have with my family of origin today.

Love?! When a piece of broke heart hits you.

Because when you finally find the one against all odds, you give him your best and let the magic of the world carry the rest.

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

Love...Love is the only thing that doesn't hurt. So many people are afraid of it. I think I was five years ago. Afraid that loving you would hurt me, one way or the other. But love doesn't hurt. Abuse hurts, and loneliness hurts, and jealousy hurts, and lies hurt. But love? Love heals. Love puts back together things that were broken before. Which is what you've done for me. So promising you, that's easy. I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. No matter what.

Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive.

Sometimes love cut so deep it causes terrible pain, or crosses paths with the joy of his present experiences.

Sometimes love cut so deep it causes terrible pain, or crossed paths with the joy of his present experiences.