You don’t take away my choices. You are my choice.

Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

You know you are in love when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world.

My heart, It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

Holding hands is like giving someone a mini-hug.

Love isn't about fixing things or people. It’s about sticking around when things can’t be fixed.

I want to leave you dazed and confused for a week with nothing but my name on your lips.