The first thing I imagined when I saw the word ‘love’ is you.

People say hate is a strong word, but so is love and people throw that around like it's nothing.

Love is just a word until someone special give it a meaning.

We'd had a hundred conversations with our eyes, with our senses, with our hands and movements, with not a word spoken.

You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.

Before you choose whom to love, take a look at yourself, choose your own word, think about how and reassess your time when you have given life to love, Know your ready or not and make sure you are not there to hurt making regrets on your door and paint the word I wish on your window.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is, an edge, a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Three things you cannot recover in life. The word after it’s said, the moment after it’s missed, and the time after it’s gone. Now you know.