The Greeks believed that once there were no male and female, that all souls were one. Then the souls were torn apart, male and female. The Greeks thought that when you found the other half of your soul, your soul mate, that it would be your perfect lover But I think if you find your other half, you would be too much alike to be lovers, but you would still be soul mates.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I say that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never laugh with you, cry with you or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

We accept the love we think we deserve.