Great philosophers of all time struggled with the question of what love is. Some say it’s just some special chemical reactions in our body. Some say it’s a blessing from above. I haven’t found the answer as well, but there’s one thing I know for sure: if you really love somebody, you will love this person in all circumstances. My dear, I love you when you are strong and when you are weak, when you’re healthy and when you’re sick, when you’re happy and when you’re sad. And it will never change. Trust me.

All I see is you, literally. In a crowd full of people, I will recognize your face immediately. Your voice will wake me up from the deepest sleep. Your touch will bring me to life when I feel weak. That’s how I love you.

Texting you means obsessively staring at my screen and nervously waiting for an answer. What can I say, you make me weak in the knees. It’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous.

I’m not used to being vulnerable. But with you by my side, I want to be soft and weak, because I know that you will always have my back. You are my protector. My greatest man on Earth. I love you endlessly, honey.

No matter how strong I pretend to be, you are the only person who knows how to make me weak.

It’s hard to understand how your love make me strong to keep on fighting for it but makes me weak on my knees whenever you look at me.

Though I am trembling, weak and scarred, I will stand taller so I can protect you, the keeper of my heart.

Lately, I have not seen so much of you and it makes me feel so lonely, weak and vulnerable.