They will love every single part of you. And no matter how terrible you can act towards them, no matter what ugly words come flying out of your mouth, they will still love you. Despite it all.
The kind of love that we deserve is warm. The kind that covers us like a blanket, protecting us from the outside darkness. And we deserve the kind of love that feels like a cabin in the woods, the kind that shelters our heart and makes sure it feels held and wanted. We all deserve the kind of love that feels like a safe haven.
He has a conversation with you in an intimate place or position.
I need to know that even if someone better came along, you’d still pick me.
Getting engaged and eventually married won’t make your insecurities disappear, it won’t make you feel more whole, it won’t make you instantly happier, it won’t make your fears vanish, it won’t make you feel like your life has more of a purpose. Those things all start with you.
We meet hundreds or thousands of people, but only a few of them will make an impact into your life.
It’s not about the venue or the food. It’s not about the dress or the aisle. More than anything, to love and to be loved, I think it’s magical enough.
They say that everyone can fall in love, but not everyone can stay in it.
You are everything I never knew existed. Everything I wished for, but thought was impossible.
It’s an agreement: you say I’m going to deal with the shit life throws at me and I’m also going to take on the shit life throws at you. And then there will be shit that life throws at us together.