My dear, If you’re holding on tight to someone, please please let your grasp weaken a bit. In fact, let them go. If you love someone, let them go. If they return to you, it was meant to be. If they don’t, their love was never yours to begin with. … If they don’t come back it’ll be hard, and it’ll nearly break you to pieces, but it’s better than strangling that which you say you love. Afterall,...

My dear, Love is like a piano, it is grand, usually takes up whole spaces, and most people don’t know how to even approach it. Love is like a piano, when it’s in front of you, you can either create masterpieces (if you let it guide you), or you can treat it so horribly that people will want to never leave it in your care again. Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the...

My dear, How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being. A woman is far from normal. And the sooner you realize this the better. A woman is somehow sane and insane at the same time. A woman knows how to love you with every fiber of her being, and how to turn that love to hate when you cross them. In fact, a woman is more comparable to fire; she brings you warmth,...

My dear, Love – a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker. And the knees weaken too! From a scientific stand point it’s highly highly dangerous to the longevity of our health. We should cure it, but who’d ever want to cure a thing that brings so much joy? The cure will probably be...

My dear, True love doesn’t run you over, or smack you beside the head. No, true love is like a seed, you don’t notice when it gets inside of you. It takes firm root and you feel your heart tug a bit, but you ignore it. It sprouts a small tree within you and you get scared. (Who after-all wants a tree inside them?) That tree grows and grows, it grows both quicker and slower than you’d thought possible (it’s...

My dear, Did you know I play the mandocello, that’s weird right? Did you know I used to be a ditch-digger and a singing cowboy, that’s weird right? But no matter, I found someone who’s as weird as me, and she gave me four beautiful, and wonderfully weird, children. Don’t worry about your weirdness. We’re all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we...

My dear, If you would go deaf, I would learn sign language, so you could hear my voice in my hands. If you would go blind, I would permanently blindfold myself so that we could walk this new world of darkness together hand-in-hand. If you were to kiss me and unexpectedly die tomorrow, I would not eat, so that the last thing to touch my lips would be yours. If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never...

My dear, Plead not for offerings from the old master, but from the young lover. Yes, the lover is young, and inexperienced in the ways of the world – but that’s exactly why you should seek them. Trust me, being experienced in the ways of the world is not a compliment, the world is cruel and it makes you hard. Seek the ones whose souls are not yet hard, seek the ones whose smiles are not yet guarded, and seek the ones...

My dear, Better to have trusted another with the heart, than never to have found one worth giving this trust to. Better to have leaped and crashed, than never to have touched the purity of emotional flight, even if for a second. Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. Falsely yours, Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron...

My dear, All you need is that one person besides you who says they love you when the rest of the world doesn’t. Someone who loves you even when you don’t love yourself (especially then). And you don’t need diamonds and rings, and other elaborate wastes of money, to show love. It doesn’t need to be dressed up. Seriously. All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt. Falsely...