Some people look for a perfect person to love. But, they don’t realize that a person becomes perfect when we begin to love them. Thanks for making me lovable, oh dear love of mine!
Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. But not loving so you don’t get hurt is like killing yourself before you die.
How can you tell the rain not to fall when clouds exist? How can you tell the leaves not to fall when the wind exists? How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist?
