Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothing at all if I can’t have you. You’re the meaning in my life; you’re the inspiration. You’re every breath I take; you’re every step I make. I can’t live if living is without you. You’re all I need to get by. I just want to be your everything.
Why is it that we can’t seem to find love without losing ourselves in the process?
I’ve tried to resist being last on your list, but no other man’s gonna do. You’ve got me where you want me; I ain’t nothin’ but your fool. Ain’t no way for me to give you all you need, if I can’t give you all of me. Keep on using me ‘til you use me up. There’s no good reason for living, but I’ll keep on living for you. I would rather go blind than to see you walk away from me.
Why is it that having a man in our lives is so important that we’re willing to collapse on the funeral pyres of our selves, ignite the kindling and rotate repeatedly for a crisp, even burn?
I don’t have hopes and dreams, I don’t have anything since I don’t have you. You walked out; and out went my life. Without you I just can’t go on. There is no me without you – no meaning to my life without you. How am I supposed to live without you after I’ve been loving you so long? I would die for you, honey — if you want me to.
Why are we so unhappy with us that we’d rather be miserably yoked to another than — heaven forbid — remain single? If we so dislike our own company that we’d give up being who we are to avoid being alone, what have we worth offering anyone else?
Is it possible that if we love, accept and respect ourselves exactly as we are, we avoid much of the heartache associated with being in love?
Quick! Run and grab a mirror (it’s okay, sweetie; I’ll wait). Now smile and serenade the incredible woman smiling back at you:
Loving you is not a choice; it’s who I am. To love you, to me, is to live. You are why I live. I only live to love you more each day. You are the moon and the stars and the air that I breathe. You’re everything I hoped for. You’re all I need to get by. Forever it will be you and me. Have I told you lately that I love you?
I honestly love you.