Sometimes words are just a crude translation of love.

A thousand moments lost because you took them for granted, just because you expected a thousand more.

That feeling when you know you're being fought for.

When two lovers discover a language of their own.

A star-spangled sky and you were looking the other way,the night beckoned and waited and you waited for the day.

I wish that the last breath of your life is a sigh of relief.

You're reading one of those books in which the author is in love with the reader. My life.

If he's not real, you'll know. Men have never washed a rented car.

Let him miss you. He should love to love your absence as well.