You are mine for life.

This love is all yours.

Neither of us have won.

There is no point looking for answers where there is none.

Do what needs to be done, and don’t wait for others to do it!

On a social network, a friend adapted Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If” to "When". It was very good and made me ponder along the same lines. When you’ve done it all, to the best of your ability, and you’re at the end: What then? Heaven? Hell? Nowhere and nothing? So then, what is the purpose of living a good life?

A poem about making it.

Our relationship ended in heartache.

We have no hope of getting over this.

Mistakes can haunt you for a long time.