This was why people got mated Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof and a floor that no could walk on-and yet the structure was a shelter no storm could blow down no match could torch up no passage of years could degrade.That was when it hit him. A mated bond like that helped you through shit nights like this.

Well its simple to love someone she said. But its hard to know when you need to say it out loud.

..And i cant get you out of my mindGod knows how hard Ive tried

Living might mean taking chances but theyre worth taking. Loving might be a mistake. but its worth making

When you really love someone you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact seeing all of that sort of makes you love them more.

You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness and of all things it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes the scene consecrates the object I am going to love. The context is the constellation of elements harmoniously arranged that encompass the experience of the amorous subject...Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon distinct abrupt framed it is already a memory the nature of a photograph is not to represent but to memorialize... this scene has all the magnificence of an accident I cannot get over having had this good fortune to meet what matches my desire.The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill for a time the subjects dream of total union with the loved being The longing for consummation with the other... In this moment everything is suspended time law prohibition nothing is exhausted nothing is wanted all desires are abolished for they seem definitively fulfilled... A moment of affirmation for a certain time though a finite one a deranged interval something has been successful I have been fulfilled all my desires abolished by the plenitude of their satisfaction.

Ive seen you beauty and you belong to me now whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal to be your haven from misery to make living fucking worthwhile.

Sometimes...the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing that you were never meant to have them.

Maybe its just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows maybe even tomorrow.