We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don't even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It's time to put an end to this. It's time for us to let ourselves be loved.
Well, now, If little by little you stop loving me. I shall stop loving you ,Little by little. If suddenly you forget me, Do not look for me. For I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life. And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots. Remember. That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms, And my roots will set off to seek another land