What do you do when the only when can make you smile, could care less if you died- let alone, smiled again?

You've got to: kiss an angel good morning and love her like the devil when you get back home.

& no matter how much you might hurt me in the end- to see you smile it me this way, to feel your body so warm and smooth against mine, and to taste your hungry kisses- I'd die a thousand deaths, for just one more smile. One more touch. One more taste.

When I say, I love you, it's not because I want you or I can't have you. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and strength. I've seen the best and worst of you. I know exactly what you are. You're a hell of a man.

Love is saying "I feel differently" instead of "You're wrong"

Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends

Love is when one person knows all of your secrets... your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows... and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; even if the rest of the world does.

A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it's you and me together forever and never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart.

It's not that I need to love you.I need you.It's not that I want to be hurt this bad.I am willing to take the chance. It's not that I wish that we can be happy together.I wished that you could be happy- even if you're not with me.

May God himself kiss your forehead as I'm too far away right now to have the unbelievable oppertunity. I promise I'll be home soon.