I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible. But I want to spend every irritating minute with you.
I can spend some days without having something to eat or drink. But I am sure that I can not spend moment if you are not around. I wish that we stay together for whole life.
We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I’m not convinced that it—passion—is one of those things that you have an endless amount of—like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I’m not so sure I’ll ever love like that again.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.