Love isn't about finding the perfect person, it's about seeing an imperfect person, perfectly.
True love is, when everything in the world is going wrong, all you have to do is look at that special person and suddenly, everything in the world is right again!
Love is a hidden fire, a pleasant sore, a delicious poison, a delectable pain, an agreeable torment, a sweet and throbbing wound, a gentle death. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Love appears in moments, how long can I hold a moment, as my moment fades, I yearn to catch sight or sound of you, to feel the surging of my heart erupt into joyous sounds of laughter.
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
Loving unconditionally means forgiving and learning to live with his imperfections. Because in the end you'll realize that's what you love the most.
There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From it springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior Love is like an earthquake - unpredictable, a little scary, but when the hard part is over you realize how lucky you truly are.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
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