You are mine my precious.

One day… You are going to remember me and how much I loved you, and then you are going to hate yourself for letting me go.

It hurt when someone lies to you, and you know that. But you believe him instead because you love him.

Perhaps as they say in science love is a reaction, and in art, it is a heart, but for me, love is simply you.

The heart of woman is like a diamond, who need a good skilled hunter.

Woman won't accept to be your second opinion, either you choose her or you lose her.