Love was feeling the person everywhere, under your skin, in every strand of your hair, in your heart, in your bones, in the tone of your voice when you said their name. Love wasn’t always about being with the person, it was feeling that your world was better just because they lived. Even if you weren’t ever going to be together, he was the air you breathed, invisible but everywhere.

I liked the idea of him, a man who seemed to carry both the hard edges and the soft centers. A man who would not only touch my body but reach my soul. And it was my soul that was begging for him.

I love the way I feel when you touch me.

I loved the way I could feel him deep in my soul.

I don’t want you to be someone you’re not. I think it’s one of the most beautiful things about love and one of the most tragic. We can only love people fully and completely when we let them be who they are. And sometimes that means you can love someone who you can’t be in a relationship with, because you want different things.

I wanted to push away the very thing I wanted. Have you ever had that feeling? Was it because you were so afraid that you wouldn’t get it? Or because you were afraid you would, but deep down didn’t feel you deserved it?

In a world filled with envy and greed, we have dared to find love. We have dared to be vulnerable. And that is worth fighting for.

It's like you're the house I never had, the security of walls I never had. I always had to keep my own bricks so tight because there was nothing else to protect me, until I met you.

He’ll never be able to hide his feelings for you when he sees you. That’s the thing with enduring love. It can stay buried, you can deny it, but once you are near that person, those feelings pull you together like a magnetic bond.