Loving me without end

“For hearing my thoughts, understanding my dreams and being my best friend… for filling my life with joy and loving me without end… I do”

The Four Loves

“The mark of Friendship is not that help will be given when the pinch
comes (of course it will) but that, having been given, it makes no difference
at all”

“Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all”

The Four Loves

“Those who cannot conceive Friendship as a substantive love but only
as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have
never had a Friend. The rest of us know that though we can have
erotic love and friendship for the same person yet in some ways
nothing is less like a Friendship than a love-affair. Lovers are
always talking to one another about their love; Friends hardly ever about their Friendship. Lovers are normally face to face, absorbed in each other; Friends, side by side, absorbed in some common interest. Above all, Eros (while it lasts) is necessarily between two only. But two, far from being the necessary number for Friendship, is not even the best. And the reason for this is important.
.. In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity; I want other lights than my own to show all his facets… Hence true Friendship is the least jealous of loves. Two friends delight to be joined by a third, and three by a fourth, if only the newcomer is qualified to become a real friend. They can then say, as the blessed souls say in Dante, “Here comes one who will augment our loves.” For in this love “to divide is not to take away”

Elif Shafak

Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven’t loved enough.