I look at you and remember the stars of the night sky. I hear your voice and remember the best tune I have heard. I love you in ways that you may not even know, I don't ask for anything in return, just stay as you are.

She is in my heart and in my bones; she is in the very depths of my being. She is my overdose, my addiction so deep that it cannot be destroyed. Her face was my sun and her eyes were my stars and she is in my thoughts every minute of every day. There are a million guys out there who would have given anything for a shot at bringing her happiness, so I hope that for the short time that we had together, I at least made her as happy as she made me. I loved her so much and I'll always love her. Till the end of the world and beyond.

That's why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be so, involving and general, particular and terrifying, joyful and grieving, flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss.

You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

I was thinking about how I thank my lucky stars every day that I ended up here… right here, with you.

The love that moves the sun and the other stars.