My heart is perfect because you are inside.
I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.
I want to be in your arms, where you hold me tight and never let go.
I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections. I want you, and only you.
When you feel alone, just look at the spaces between your fingers and remember that’s where mine fit perfectly.
I don’t wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.
To get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Love itself describes its own Perfection.
Be speechless and listen.
Love is quivering happiness.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe
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