thoughtful

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.


Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence. ~David Byrne


Love is a game that two can play and both win.


Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.


The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.


Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.


You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

True love stories never have endings.


I have had my experiences with "love" and what I thought love was. But that cannot compare to anything that I feel around *you* or *him* for those of you who are reading this. He is that person that makes me smile through my tears, and thinks I'm beautiful despite my flaws. He knows everything about me, even those little things that you think go unnoticed. Like the fact that I hold my breath when I get scared, or that purple is my favorite color but I own little to no clothes that are purple. Is it possible for someone to know you inside out? And if they do...how do you know that they are the person you are meant to be with?

-Tati

7 months in 2 days.