Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.
I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.
Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.
How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?
Don't you know? We're connected by an invisible chain. It's very long, very light. But also very strong. It can't rust. Can't break. And the only thing that can sever it is if you ever stop loving me.
Certain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.