Love is so complicated, that is why it is love.
She was the first woman in my life to convince me to fall in love with her.
I resist my temptations in order to feel i am free.
'I thought I could live my life without you,' she says, trying desperately to hold back her tears. 'I can't. I've tried and I can't do it.'
I'd like the kind of love that lasts forever.It doesn't matter if it's plain,it doesn't matter if it's ugly.It just has to be there.
If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love?