You don't just mean the world to me, you ARE my world!

My heart is forever yours, whether you want it wrapped, on a platter or a canvas.

I hate when people compare love to a weapon... Love harms nothing but hatred.

Your image is as stained on my heart as the very tissue that forms it.

Just as my mother loved me without fear, through my rebellion and darkest hour... I can only hope my love for her is a fraction of the love she's shown me.

You know...My mother told me...very often, at that - to be the absolute BEST at WHATEVER I did with my life. You've no idea how much that stuck with me.