You're The Straw To My Berry (:

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.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

I laugh, I love, I hope, I try I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you.

Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.