I love you. They can't take it away.

And I love you too.” His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. “You should know that. You have to know that.

Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don't hate me. I still love you.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.

Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.

He was still in love with you, anyway.