For someone who is suppose to be "just friends" why do I always get butterflies in my stomach when you smile at me.
Every time I fall, I bring you along, because I need you there.
You make me feel special, more special than anyone ever has made me feel before.
Love isn't perfect. It isn't a fairytale or a storybook, and it doesn't always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, every second of it was worth it because you did it... together.
Never in a million years did I think I'd find someone so utterly and completely perfect, someone who would make me happier than I ever dreamed I could be, someone that would touch my life so profoundly and just give me a whole new reason to breathe. But then I found you and realized that everything I anticipated you to be, doesn't even compare to what you are.
To me, love is having your head tell you to slap him but all you wanna do is look into his eyes and smile.
Sometimes I may hate you, but I'll always love you.
Why do we close our eyes when we dream? When we cry? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss? Because the most beautiful things in this world are unseen.
You're the one who makes me laugh when I don't even want to smile.
Since I have known you, everything in my life has changed, I live only for those afternoons with you.
'Passion' a word which involves so many feelings; I feel it when we touch, I feel it when we kiss, I feel it when I look at you. For you are my passion, my one true love.
I'm afraid to give you my all, I'm afraid to love you completely. What if behind your beautiful face and kind words you are just bribing me. Maybe you are just reeling me in until you turn around and drop me. I'd fall so far and never be able to recover, I wish I could see the ending sometimes. I would know if I should hold on to you and keep going or just let it all end before I get up too high.