Anonymous 979

I do not pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.

Anonymous 959

It’s impossible to describe how it feels. How when I’m away from him everything around me seems gray and lifeless, then when I step into his presence all of life abounds once more. It becomes splendid, and meaningful. And when he speaks, his voice is more than just vocal intonations. It’s a refrain. And when he touches me I know why I was born; and when he laughs I am happier than when I laugh myself; and when we part it is the November of my heart.

Anonymous 952

She gets the feeling as if something is missing, because the truth is, without him, she feels empty.


I loved him as we always love for the first time; with idolatry and wild passion.

Alexandra Adornetto

I prayed for all his dreams to come true. I prayed that I would always be able to connect with him–even if I was no longer on earth.

Sarah Dessen

If you didn’t love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.