The truest form of love is how you behave toward someone not how you feel about them.

Can officially confirm that the way to a mans heart these days is not through beauty food sex or alluringness of character but merely the ability to seem not very interested in him.

Love doesnt mean anything if youre not willing to make a commitment and you have to think not only about what you want but about what he wants. Not just now but in the future.

You can live your whole life not realizing that what youre looking for is right in front of you.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying youre friends is easy. Being friends is not.

I want you any way I can get you. Not because youre beautiful or clever or kind or adorable although devil knows youre all those things. I want you because theres no one else like you and I dont ever want to start a day without seeing you.

Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love real love also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

He knew one of the women well and had shared his universe with her. They had seen the same mountains and the same trees although each of them had seem them differently. She knew his weaknesses his moments of hatred of despair. Yet she was there at his side. They shared the same universe.

She craved a presence beside her solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony keep his promises and know her secrets and make a tiny world wherever he was with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.

Love is the strongest force the world possesses and yet it is the humblest imaginable.