You want to know what love is? Its the thing that ruins you.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

Love … It’s a nice little trick if you can find it.

We had found it.

But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.

She won’t love again in the same unbridled way; she’ll never feel the sharp brightness of her own personality when he gazes upon her, when he draws a spotlight over her and she responds, fully illuminated.

Like Cupid,
your promises
were just misses.

You ask me why I am happy with you right now? Well, it's been 50 years of long story and it keeps counting and counting each moment. I bet you can't wait to hear the end of it. It's way further than forever.