“I want us to love each other until we grow tired of it–and if it never comes to that, then so be it.”

Euphoria, jaundice, serendipity

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?  For falling for me?  Why should you be sorry when you gave me your heart?  If anyone, I should be the one who is sorry for keeping it with me.”

“There are many people who will have you believe that loving a person requires that that person has desirable traits that appeal to you.  I should contend that this is not the case.  Love, I believe, is based largely on yourself: how much you are willing to give, how much you are willing to accept, and how much you are willing to make out of what is and isn’t there–and more so the latter. “

You have no idea how much confidence your words give me.

I think I would argue that, in many things, if you have to try, you’re doing it wrong.

“You know, quite frankly, nothing much has changed, except I feel so damn giddy all the time.

“Is that what love is?”