What is love? Sometimes I get lost in this simple thought. Sometimes I get lost in your eyes. But then I realize that that is where I want to be. Love is you making my heart smile, and making it sing with such exuberance that it will skip a beat from time to time. And you know what? That`s ok. Because once in a while my heart needs that. Once in a while I want the butterflies in my tummy to flutter and I like getting my heart caught in my throat. Because those are the simple signs that show that I love you. So I will try, just promise me to meet me in the middle. Don`t go too far because I don`t want this relationship to be one sided. I want to do my share too. Just meet me in the middle. And wait for me there.
That special someone
Herald of angels
when you can't get over someone even after you broke up with them. you wake up in the middle of the night thinking about them and smile because of how happy you were just to be with them. you cry because of all the good memories you had with them and want them to come back. when you want the other person to change their mind about you and you'd do anything to be with them again. being in that person's arm was the safest place in the world.
i still love him and he doesn't care.
Love is too good for words.
Love, my friend, is a wonderfully, wonderfully, shitty thing.
There have been, and indeed, are, numerous attempts to define love, but the truth is, there really is no set definition.
* Love can mean completely different things to different people.
* For some, it is the heady rush, the constant butterflies and silly smiles that grace one's face.
*For others, love is the ever-present peace, the constant comfort and the assuring knowledge that the one you love is there.
*For others still, it is the aching longing, wanting and mad fits of possessiveness, and even obssession that define love.
One thing that we can be certain of, is that its a powerful thing. I hesitate to say emotion, as it seems much too callous and cold to describe love.
*After all, love has sparked wars, and ended feuds, love has hurt, and love has healed, love has driven mankind to dizzying extremes, only to abruptly bring one back round.
*Love is a fickle thing.
*Love has healed. Love has comforted. Love has made people insanely, foolishly, abnormally euphoric. Love has the ability to send one on an indescribable high, and make everything and anything so much better. The world around you is much more colourful, the people, much more nicer, the conversations more insightful.
*Love has also in shocking contrast, brought out the darker side in us all.
People have murdered for love, stolen, hurt, abused. Countless have died on the fanciful longing of a foolish leader in love. ...
Love is not something that can be easily explained. and you don't truly know what it is until it happens to you. Love is not wanting to have sex with someone. Thats lust
Love is when you can't imagine life without him. It's getting butterflies in your stomach at the mention of his name or the sound of his voice. Its when you'll do anything just to catch a glance of his car or his house because you know he's there. Or even that he's not there. But because it is proof that he exists when you can't imagine yourself being this lucky.
Love is when you wake up every morning and have to look at your phone and look at your saved messages to make sure that he isn't just a dream. Because you feel like even you don't deserve someone this amazing.
Love covers flaws and makes you love someone for who they really are and accept their mistakes.
Love is when you say "i love you" and its not enough. Because it feels like more then that.
Love changes you.
Love lets you trust someone with everything. Yourself, your possesions, your life.
Love is when you don't have sex but he still continues to risk everything to talk to you even after you've broken up because your parents won't let you go out because of the age difference. Even if its six months later.
I wish i could tell you how much you mean to me. The best i can do is tell you i love you.
Being lame together while not caring about what other people think.
Daisy and Sunshine are lame
but they still love
Iphraem and Veronnica do the lamest
things because they love
each other and because they are each other's besterestest friend
"A soul's recognition of its counter part."
A look into someone's eyes that could last for hours. Finding love thorugh the windows of the soul. An ever-lasting mark that has always been with you and will remain with you for eternity.