I think what love is changes over time, as you grow older, learn more, do more.

Love is a two-way street.

Evil grows when good people do and say nothing.

I don't want to rely on something that could be taken away at some point.

Old pain doesn't completely die. Time may soothe it, stoke over it until it looks like it has healed, but it never dies properly. It stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul, waiting for moments when you feel true pain

He seems to have become a part of my life and I'm disappointed if I don't see him. If I get to the end of the day without seeing someone who reminds me of him, I feel as if a dull shadow has fallen over me.

That's what came from having romance in your soul. You believe in things like love at first sight and perfect presents.