She told me her love was like the sky. I thought she was referring to its vastness.Much later, I realised that the sky was hollow... just like her heart!

I wish there was a word more than ‘love’ itself to convey what I feel for you.

I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.

Love them so deep that the ocean gets jealous.

I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.

To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy altogether.

In every laugh, he hears her, in every tear, he sees her. Not a mere reflection, the complete 'her'.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

It's love when someone can touch you without using their hands.