The Journal of a Heart:

"I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine."
"So true, and I know ur beloved admires you so like the sunset that marks the dawn of night."

In essence, all heros are born through evil and every villain breathes life and brings into light the hero that defeats him. How close those who are considered good really are to evil is of no importance, as long as no one thinks about it.

We laugh at that which is unacceptable to us. Be it religious men talking about sins, or guys pretending to be gay.
We laugh to comfort outselves with the knowledge that BECAUSE we are laughing we're denying it's affect on us.

It is sad that it takes the death of something so pure as love at the hands of lust to teach a romantic a lesson he already knew, but didn't understand.

It is a wonderious thing, love. Flows effortlessly in and out of peoples lives, with no concern for the havoc it brings, but knows that no matter what happens there is always a chance for it to come again.

Stop pushing and running,
And open your ears,
What if's abound,
In all of our tears,

Please, stop and listen,
Maybe we'll try again someday,
Listen to what you wanna hear,
Cause it's all I want to say.