The Plain Unwelcome Fact Is That Sometimes

I Don't Actually Think “true Love” Is Such A Good Term Because Love Can Only Be True. If It Isn't True It Can't Be Love.

The Plain Unwelcome Fact Is That Sometimes Life Stymies You.

I Huff And Puff And Struggle With Every Sentence, Paragraph And Page - Sometimes Every Word As Well.

The Demons Of The Devil Don't Use Your Weak Weaknesses Against You, They Use Your Strong Ones. If You're Rational And Logical, They Argue Their Case Rationally And Logically. If You're Loyal And Faithful, They Turn Those Against You. If You're Passionate And Emotional, They Make You Passionate And Emotional About Your Worse Fears. Your Weak Weaknesses Are No Use To Them.... They Find The Strongest Weaknesses You Didn't Know Were Yours And Use Those Against You.

Love, Being In Love, Isn’t A Constant Thing. It Doesn’t Always Flow At The Same Strength. It’s Not Always Like A River In Flood. It’s More Like The Sea. It Has Tides, It Ebbs And Flows. The Thing Is, When Love Is Real, Whether It’s Ebbing Or Flowing, It’s Always There, It Never Goes Away. And That’s The Only Proof You Can Have That It Is Real, And Not Just A Crush Or An Infatuation Or A Passing Fancy