Two little teardrops were
floating down the river of life. One drop said to the other, "I am the
teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him." Who are you? "Well,
I am the teardrop of the girl who won him."


Love is very strange. Love is unconditional commitment to an imperfect
individual. You need it but when you love, it's like destining yourself for
pain. You become addicted and dependent on the person. You become strong and at
the same time, you open yourself up to being hurt. Love can make you bear any
kind of pain and any kind of sacrifice. It can also make you feel stupid and act
stupidly. Sometimes when you love and end up giving so much of yourself,
subconsciously you only discover how much you've given when the person you love
hurts you or has to say good-bye.



Then you realize, an important part of yourself is already with that person. It
goes away when he leaves and you are left with a sickening, empty feeling
inside.



Tears are bound to shed from your eyes no matter how you force yourself to keep
them in. Most teardrops ever shed on this earth have been for love or lack of it.
When tears dry, a silent loss sticks to your heart for a long, long time.