I have fallen in love with you because you have learned to love me even when I could not even love myself.

I have fallen for you because of all those little things you are never aware of.

I wish I had not known you, so I would not have fallen in love with you.

I have fallen for your laugh, which is utterly contagious. I have fallen for your smile, which makes me giddy for no reason at all. I have fallen for our late night conversations, when 11pm arrives far too quickly. I’ve fallen for our jokes, which I’ll randomly think about and burst into laughter. I’ve fallen for how you can make my day brighter with just a complement as simple as "you’re beautiful". I’ve fallen for every second I spend with you, even if those seconds always leave me wanting more.

All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that person-hurting him and not being able to do anything about it.

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.