I don’t love you yet. But maybe that doesn’t matter. Because every time I look into your eyes, I know you’re right where I am—falling fearlessly, one kiss, one laugh, one moment at a time.
Let’s find strength in one another. Let us hope together. Let us make up for all the lost moments in our lives—all the times we spent apart.
You’re allowed to believe in love again, despite the number of times it has failed you.
Her heart beats completely in sync with yours and she knows it.
If I’m being truthful with myself, I know that being broken before is not a good enough excuse to not love you fully now.
Don’t think that I just passed by.
If you want to be fixed, I can’t do it.
Maybe they call it ‘falling’ because it’s just that—you completely trip, slip, lose control, and crash into another person. Head over heels. All of you. Into their open arms.
New love sleeps on your lap and talks about your eyes with a voice that you’ve never heard before.
Despite the hurt, she promised herself to love again.