Love is giving half of yourself to another, and filling the space with the half of that person.
Love is responsibility from the heart, caring not because you have to, but because you want to so much it becomes a need.
Love is like a wind up clock, it needs winding to keep ticking through the time.
Love is like spring. There was soil, and there was a seed. Before you know it, there was a bed of flowers, a sea of colors.
You cannot change the world alone, but you can become the world of someone you love. A peaceful, bright and safe world. Sometimes it rains, sometimes storm breaks, but it always clears.
His words were soft and sweet in their uncertainty and apologies in the uncertainty. He was so far away, but his voice wasn't. It wrapped me in the safest, warmest embrace and I fell asleep, remembering his smile in my mind's eye.
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