The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.

I love you as certain dark things are loved secretly between the shadow and the soul.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything

Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you Oh God it is unutterable I can not live without my life I can not live without my soul

Find what you love and let it kill you.

For my part I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence distance or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him so would he always be mine.

How do I love thee Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach

You cant measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.