Part of me belongs to you. Maybe that is the reason why every time you are not with me, something seems to be missing.

Your love is the best part of my life. There is nobody except you I love to spend time with.

I didn't chose this life. I chose him. The life was just a part of the deal.

"Everyone you meet has a part to play in your story. And while some may take a chapter, others a paragraph and most will be no more than scribbled notes in the margins, someday you'll meet someone who will become so integral to your life, you'll put their name in the title."

He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.