We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.
Words can be boring, but I feel butterflies in my stomach every time you say you love me.
Love is like jumping out of an airplane knowing that someone else has packed your chute. You pull the cord hoping that a canopy opens up, but it could very well be packed full of dirty laundry and a half eaten cheese sandwich.
Love is like water. We can fall in it. We can drown in it. And we can't live without it.
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
When you love, you discover an unexpected wealth of tenderness and affection, so strong that you can't even believe you are capable of such love.
I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.
I fell for you unexpectedly, but now I plan to be with you forever.