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“ I’d like to meet someone who wouldn’t give up on me. Someone who would always be there no matter what. Someone who I could tell all of my secrets to, and they would trust me enough and tell me theirs. Someone who wouldn’t care what I wear, or how I have my hair done. Someone who would call me every night just to hear my voice. Someone who would know me well enough to tell when I’m mad, sad or confused. Someone who wouldn’t like me just for the looks, but for my heart and my personality. Someone who wouldn’t just love, but who would be addicted to me. Someone who would never leave me clueless or alone. Someone who would always keep their promises and mean what they say. Someone who would look out for me. Someone who would never leave me broken. Someone who would be faithful to me. Someone who would be the one for me, and I’d be the one for them. Someone who would be my Romeo and I’ll be their Juliet.
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“ Love is looking into his eyes and forgetting about the world around you. It’s feeling his kiss hours after he’s gone. Its remembering how he smells like and loving his scent more than anyone else’s. It’s seeing perfection when he’s standing beside you, and realizing that every moment he’s not with you is just too long.
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“ It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time. And it’s hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It’s funny but stupid how you want everything and nothing at the same time. It’s crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on, and when you want to move on but you’re stuck right where you started. When feelings come and go and you can’t decide what you want. When you have so many things to say but you don’t know where to start. When you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them farther and farther away. It’s so hard to think back to how things used to be and look at it now and realize that things are different and they may never be the same. You tell yourself it’s not worth it, but if it really didn’t matter, you wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about it.
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“ Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Louis de Bernières (via quote-book)
