It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Happiness lies in moments, and while you have it, you're not even aware; only afterwards do you know you were happy.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
I knew that love was around. I truly believe my mother loved me. But feeling it all the time? I didn't.
I wanted him to love me, and I'm quite sure that he didn't.
When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.
I think once you love somebody, you love somebody; that's just how it is.
When I think about my own relationships to the women that I really loved, it feels like that love, even after we've broken up and we're no longer speaking, that love never goes away. No one told me that.
Often we think love is a feeling: that you spontaneously experience it.
You must realize that I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as I knew my own image in a mirror. In other words, I knew him only in relation to myself.
It's really good to be able to think about past loves without having a pit in my stomach, or cringing or feeling heart-broken, or like they hate you. Don't you think?