No pages to share today, I started reading 'Anne Frank' before going to Holland so that I could visit her house. Well to cut a long story short i'm still not finished reading actually makes me want to sleep! But I was at the bus stop this morning reading and came accross this passage,
Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually inculdes physical love. You've shared something. given something away and received something in return, weather or not you're marrued, weather or not you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you'll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn't have to be shared with anyone else. Anne.M.Frank
Since reading this at 8:30 this morning I haven't been able to stop think about Josh. This entry in her diary is amazing, she was 15 and written on Thursday 2nd March 1944. I really just had to share this.
I have a very dear friend, who has an amazing marrage, she told me that every time she looks at her husband all these years on he makes her melt. I love to listen to people talk about love, call me an soppy old thing but for every one it's different, and since finding it I want to hold on so tight that it hurts the thought of letting go.
This passage touched me, Thanks Anne.M.Frank I hope that after reading it you take as much from it as I have.
I'd love to see some 'love pages' out their in blog land in the comming weeks.............
Enjoy your night ladies,