It seems everyone's so worried about getting hurt that they forget about letting love happen.

'They fell in love.' Such a rare and special event cannot be done justice by one statement; it involves so much more than that single sentence could explain: it means two people that were brave enough to show their scars, vulnerability, rough edges, happiest thoughts, along with their worst fears, and find a mutual respect, appreciation, and fondness for one another; they achieved a gift that not many people get to experience in their lifetime in its truest form.

Love is not about chasing someone; it's not about being chased or being the one chasing. It's about chasing after dreams and if in that pursuit someone runs parallel to you, that is love.

It seems everyone's so worried about getting hurt that they forget about letting love happen.

Love is: Bringing a blanket when someone's asleep. Giving the last piece of food to the other person. Staying awake to listen to them when you are dead tired. Hugging them tightly when they need it the most.

Love is the only thing that you can give and give and give and never run out of; it is also the only thing that, the more you give, the more you have.

Imagine what the world could be if we were on the offense with love instead of on the defense with hate.