I’d never cut you down. The only people who cut others down are those threatened by their height. The higher you get, the more lovely I think you are.

Love isn’t the words you use to say it, but the actions you take to prove it’s true.

When I look at you, I don’t just see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I see the next sixty years of my life.

Actions have emotions incorporated in them. Other people and things can factor in too. I’ve always been an advocate of looking into someone’s intentions as opposed to how those actually turn out. I think it tells you a lot more about the person than their results. Does that make sense?

If love is real, it’s simply a comfort level in a relationship built on a network of dually respected qualities and preferences. It’s two people that both acknowledge they like most of the same things and enjoy being with the other person and, eventually, they agree to just do those things together. They have a different capacity for feelings for that person over most others. Maybe that’s what everyone calls love.

I’m not working, I want you to be with me. If there’s a show you want to see or somewhere you want to eat, we can do that. But I do want you available to me completely at those times.

They say you can’t judge a book by its cover. I’ve learned that you can’t judge a man by the one before him, either.

He’s apologized to me so many times and I’ve never accepted.

I think it’s time for the rest of me to come home,” I say, kissing the top of her head. She yawns, her heartbeat evening out. “The rest of you?” “My heart was always here,” I whisper.

If a guy ever looks at me the way you do her, I hope someone is smart enough to tell him to find me.