Loving someone is letting them dump all their shit on you anytime they need to. Not because you’re an emotional punching bag, but because you both silently agreed to be there for one another, through the highs and the lows. It’s about being stronger than usual when your partner is feeling a little fragile, and doing whatever you need to pull them through this turbulent moment. So it doesn’t matter where you are or what’s going on, you show up for your person because you promised that you would.
Loving someone is being grateful for them every damn day. Even those days where your world is turning upside down, inside out, and it leaves your head spinning. Especially on those days. Because you get to go home to this person and wake up to another sunrise with them.
Do you have any idea how many people wish they could have that too? So remember to hug them, to kiss them, and to tell them they are loved, often.
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I wanted us to last. I didn’t want a few amazing years and then for it to be over in a flash.
I don’t want to experience the feeling of hurt, confusion, or disappointment again.
To love someone, and I mean really love someone, is to love them on the hardest of days. When the odds are stacked against you. When neither of you is in your finest hour.
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A relationship means that you come thogether to make each other better.
Beleive in each other. Suport each other. Build each other.
Be their peace, not their problem.
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… love is a verb not a noun.
Love is the action we take daily, moment by moment and year by year.
And we are all judged by our actions.
Today is the start of 18 days in paradise with you. Looking forward to going places neither of us have been before and exploring 2 new countries with you. What an adventure!
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You make me super happy.
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Love is putting someone else’s needs above your own.
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My love for you is like the stars, invisible sometimes but always available if you look for it with all your heart.
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Love is seeing your face after a long day at work and having my heart race.
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They say that love is a game of give and take and best suited are the ones who understand this. With you, it has been different, it has never been about who loves the other more, for indeed we have always been about loving each other to the best of our abilities and never expecting anything in return. It is in this sense of love and togetherness that we have built a life together and I’m grateful for your love each and every single day.
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The real meaning of love is hard to define. When I hear your voice I can feel my heart skip a beat. When we are together, it feels like I’m a part of some fairy tale. The real meaning of love may be hard to describe, but maybe, love is just the way I feel for you. I love you.
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Love of the lasting kind is uncommon and rare. It’s not difficult to find someone who tells you they love you. It’s very difficult to find someone who actually means it. I have never meant anything as much as “I love you”.
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All relationships start with happiness and excitement and feelings that make you feel like you are on top of the world. I remember when everything between us was spine tingling and wet palms and making out and you gave me butterflies and I made you want to spend the night enjoying each other.
And of course, so they say, life can’t go on that way. You can’t be madly, passionately in love forever. So that love changes, it morphs.
It becomes the mundane. What we have now. The kisses hello and goodbye, the compulsory “I love you”, the lack of sexual excitement, affection but no desire. But is this right? It doesn’t have to be. I know it doesn’t. Let’s do something about this.
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The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail and why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to be with someone in spite of their flaws. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.
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Love is fierce. It is very often decidedly mundane, mind-numbingly ordinary and easy to overlook, but still, if you know how to look at it, it’s really quite astonishing.
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Love is not a substitute for reality nor does it ask you to live in a more fantastic version of it because love lives real life. And in real life, love knows, there are good days and bad days. And a whole slew of so-so ones. Love gets through all of them.
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“Love is a partnership of two unique people who bring out the very best in each other and who know that even though they are wonderful as individuals, they are even better together.” – Barbara Cage
That’s how I feel about our marriage … we make a great pair.
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When you truly care for someone, you don’t look for faults. You don’t look for answers. You don’t look for mistakes. Instead, you deal with the mistakes. You accept the faults and you overlook excuses. The measure of true love is when you love without measure. So once you have it, don’t ever let it go. The chance might never come your way again.
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It’s about imperfection and flaws and mistakes. It’s about the mess. Love is an emotional train wreck but I want the mess. I want the train wreck. There will be days when we are so tired of each other, when we want to throw in the towel and be done with it. There will be days when I want to wring your neck and want to pull your hair out, what little of it you have left. Sometimes I will drive you crazy and sometimes you will annoy me to no end. We will be frustrated. But we will also laugh and laugh and laugh. We’ll act like kids and have fun and never grow up. We will be enslaved by our passion for life and for each other. We’ll kiss each other unexpectedly. (Nomnomnom) We will explore new places together. I hog the covers and I like to cuddle and sometimes I snore but so do you. These will be the best time of our lives, crazy and happy all at once.
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That’s what marriage is all about.
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Love is not who you can see yourself with… it is who you can’t see yourself without.
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What is love? Let me tell you what love is.
When you are holding me in your arms, I feel content and peaceful. That is love.
When we are together, I want to be nowhere else. That is love.
When I’d do anything for you just to see you smile. That is love.
When you are sad, I want to make you happy. That is love.
When we kiss, and the world stands still. That is love.
I love you.
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There are moments in life that I will always remember. Not because they were wonderful but because you were there with me.
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Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of the sofa when there’s plenty of room at both ends.
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Love is not just looking at each other it’s looking in the same direction.
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Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.
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You are my best friend and the LOVE of my life.
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Being with you has shown me what love is all about.
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It’s a feeling in both mind and body. A passion, a chemistry some may say. Longing to be near you, to be close. Long talks about nothing. Laugher and sharing. Eyes filled with devotion. Not wanting to imagine life without the other. Doing nothing together and having the best time.
Well, I think, you know the answer already …
Love, to me, is you.
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… what you mean to me – and you mean everything.
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Love is the feeling I get when I’m with you.
Love is the flutter in my chest when you’re near.
Love is the dreamy look in my eyes when I think of you.
Love is the emptiness I feel when we’re apart.
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Constantly, boy you played through my mind like a symphony
There’s no way to describe what you do to me
You just do to me, what you do
And I want you to know baby
I, I love you like a love song, baby
–Selena Gomez “Love You Like A Love Song”
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…a kiss.
A kiss that…
Satisfies my wishes
Sates my body
Disobeys rules
Thirsty, insane, wild
Sucking lips, tongues entangled
A kiss that…
Sets my body on fire
And… when you’re done… do it again and again and again.
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… when he ignores you and you still love him.
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Love. It’s not something you can see or measure. Love. It’s not something easily described. But when I look at you I am filled with it. A warmth flooding through me, overwhelming me. It is a feeling unlike any other. One loving look from you and I am floored. One idle caress from you, slowly down my jaw – just the once – and I am consumed. One cosy, safe hug from you; your body
heat warming me to my very core and I am elated. One demanding, passionate kiss from you and I am dizzy, overriding my senses, sending me into a spiral of desire. Love is not something you can touch, it is not something you can taste. When I see you I know love … I can see love reflected in your green eyes, in the happy smile that slowly spreads across your handsome face. Love. It’s harder than hard to define. Unless you’re me. Love is you … it’s your every caressing look, loving touch, breathy whisper, lustful smell and fulfilling kiss. It’s in those three little words you say: “I love you.”
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Our love is like the first snowfall of winter … cool and magical.
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Someone who would understand everything that makes me who I am and appreciates me the way that I am, with all my quirks and my madness…
Someone who would let me be me and wouldn’t judge me…
Someone who would make me more energetic instead of draining the energy out of me…
Someone I’d grow old with, but with whom I would never feel old…
That someone is you.
I love you!
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And I want to massage your neck and kiss your face and hold your hand and go for a walk.
And talk about the day. Talk about your day, talk about my day. Watch great movies … watch terrible movies.
And tell you about the TV show I saw the night before and laugh at your jokes. Want you in the morning but let you sleep for awhile. Tell you how much I love your eyes, your mouth, your hands. To do anything I can to make you happier.
And sit on the steps smoking ’til you come home. And worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early.
And be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me. Look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever. Hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin.
And I’ll tell you the worst things about me and give you the best of me. Answer your questions when I’d rather not. And tell you the truth when I really don’t want to.
And hug you and hold you when you’re having a bad day and want you when I smell you. Melt when you smile. And tell you why I love the man who flew across the country one weekend because he loved me.
… And somehow communicate some of the over-whelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-encompassing, heart-enriching, mind-expanding, ongoing, never-ending love I have for you.
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How perfectly my hand fits in yours.
How you seem so strong on the outside, but I can tell you are so sweet on the inside.
The way you say I love you.
How you are so interested in my life and what I am doing.
How you remember everything I say to you perfectly.
When you text me randomly (such a little thing but I love it).
Sitting at the table with my family and enjoying myself and you.
The way you make me feel after we make out for an hour.
How you tell me I look great every time we see each other – despite how untrue I think it is.
How I put my feet in your lap when we are watching TV and you take my foot and rub it gently.
How even on the coldest nights, you lend me your hoodie.
How much you have passion for … me.
Your laugh.
Your smile.
How you always make fun of me – I secretly love it.
The way you make the butterflies in my stomach flutter every time I see your smile.
All these reasons and many more.
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“Love isn’t an act; it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures – when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love – why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.”
-Brian Moore
I want to grow old with you and I don’t want our lifetime talk to ever end.
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