I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

The moment that you hear a song, and every word fits your situation.

I miss that time when you and I where sitting on the park bench and you told me you loved me. That day we almost kissed and I loved every moment of it.

Before I sleep and after I wake up and all the hours in between you occupy my mind. So, practically every moment of the day you are in my thoughts. I miss you.