The woman who loves me lost both her parents. My mom lost a tooth when my father touched her with his fist, because the kitchen knife failed to hit her.
Teach her what’s attractive about her aren’t her looks but her passion. How she lights up talking about the things she cares about. How she does something she loves every day and as a result, she becomes good at it and people admire her for it.
When you were young, love was inherent and infinite.
There is no set definition for love. No foolproof means of identifying or labeling it, no sure way to know whether what you’re feeling is pounding in your partner’s heart. But it’s beautiful, nonetheless.
“I light all the candles, cut flowers for all my rooms. I care for myself the way I used to care about you.”
To love a woman is to play with fire. Yet I don’t mind the occasional burns and bruises.
Get to school and work as hard as you possibly can, never giving up because something seems to hard to comprehend. Children all over the world don’t even have the right to an education, and here you are giving up on the one thing that so many others pray for.
Show her that you are the type of person who will fight for what you believe in. And what you believe in, is her. Show her that this time, love is going to be different. That this time love will be braver and stronger and will withstand against the winds of change.
If you two end up breaking up, you’ll never get over her. You’ll never want anyone else.
From Physical Love: That you shouldn’t have given yourself so easily to someone who made your walls so hard, allowing yourself to believe his perfectly crafted lies so that he could sneak into your bed just once more.