When someone has gifted you with one act of love after another, it’s only fair to ignore their bad moods and concentrate exclusively in the many things they’ve done for you. Acts and feelings should always prevail over moods and words.

He doesn't make me feel like he kisses me. He makes me feel like he owns me.

It's not about making you mine. I want to be yours". I'm yours already".

Love is a complex, wild feelings that can't be tamed using the whip of what is right and what is not.

The human touch is that little snippet of physical affection that brings a bit of comfort, support, and kindness. It doesn’t take much from the one who gives it, but can make a huge difference in the one who receives it.

It takes only a bit of tragedy to destroy insta-love.

I look at him questioningly. “I don’t know anything about you.”The cop looks down at himself and smiles wickedly. “You know my feet are big. What else is left to know?

Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had. Not so consuming and more everlasting. And you see that tree over there? Now it's only showing green leaves, but during the spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.

Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower