lovers

You know what is the problem with trust??It really stops the conversation, because you take the things for granted,Things value less to you because you know that, that thing is going to be there for you, no matter what,You stop talking about love because you believe that you've got the saturation point in your relationship,And you've got her completely,And that is the problem. You don__ own her,Because sometimes love is not enough,And bad is strong to iterate itself with you,It is much stronger to come back.

The only thing that mattered to me, was the fact that I mattered to you.

Red eyes, clogged vessels, tanned cells and septum holes, She came up to me with an ashtray, and a bunch of tobacco rolls,I mean, how can I fill the gap that you've created?? How could I switch the clock back to the past, for the time I have wasted? I have gone a sedate now; the heart has stopped pumping zeal into my head,And for the hole in my heart, which is so dead now, which has run out of life now,I carry the loads of moments that you've endowed.

For one more time, he decided to give away smoking.And then, she happened one more time in his head.

Until I knew that it was you inside me, who has so much to say, I hesitated writing.

The truth is not always what you see. It is about what you actually want to see. You cannot let go your whole life based on truth. Because, sometimes, it is a lie that we count on for our togetherness.And when I said that I do not need you, I actually wanted to keep us together, with that lie.

He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile," I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.

Is there a particular way of looking at your love?_ she asked._..Yes_ The way you look at me.

My wife is a thief...She takes the last cookieTakes forever to get readyShe takes her time in the showerTakes all of the hot waterShe takes my favorite seat on the couchTakes the high road when I lose controlMy wife is a thief...She took my last nameTook the time to get to know me, love meShe took the back seat and let me leadTook on motherhood and the emotional toll that it bringsShe took care of me the many times that I've gotten sickTook on the pain of pregnancy so that the Jackson legacy would live onMy wife takes, and takes, and takes...I'm so proud of my perpetual thief who stole my heart and won't give it back.

I believed that no man in this world deserves me until I met you.

Love?! When a piece of broke heart hits you.

Love is the heart of a heart

We all think we understand love yet we fail to see that no two loves are the same

What else can I do if you all hate the man I love now? Whatchoice do I have?_ Sophia groaned. __nd who am I to disobey everyone of you_? I love you, Mom. I love every one of you, but I alsolove Jericho. Please_ you don__ have to make me choose because Ican__ afford to lose everyone. Including Jericho._-Sophia to Elizabeth

I will always be at the lake house every night, waiting until dawn._-Abanir to Sophia

Look into my eyes,they will tell you how much I love you.

Morgan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. __aybe you__e right,_ she sighed, __e should probably wait._ Owen drew back, and she could feel him studying her. She waited as long as she could stand it before she opened her eyes and grinned. He chuckled, low in his throat, a predatory gleam in hi

You said you didn__ care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I__ not mistaken."__ lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!