Deeply
emotionally
problematically
recurringly
entirely
suppressingly
sad
experiencing
depression/death/damnation

Our love is like a river....it just keeps going downstream

You are a lot like spongebob...yellow...square...and small

My friend
my pal
my heart~
all of the things lost when you said were through

I always get butterflies when the phone rings because i just know its you

Love is falling asleep in his arms and waking up in his dreams...