"For you, I’d steal the stars."
"I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart."
"I’ll play with your hair
until the weight of the night
anchors your eyes shut."
"Tell me, is there a name more fitting for the way I could feel your presence even after you’ve left the room? Or the way minutes disguise themselves as hours when we part ways? Because trust me, I’ve tried. And although I’ve tried to love you modestly and cautiously, it was inevitable that I would be falling for you recklessly and hopelessly. So, whatever it may be have been, the truth remains – I have never loved the way I love you."
"You see, I want that, I want that, “my friends think I’m crazy” kind of love. That “reckless” kind of love. That “wake up early, make you breakfast” kind of love. That, “crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this” kind of love. Forget the shallow stuff, I want the deepest kind of love. That “I want to stay up late and tell you all my secrets” kind of love. That “every time I see you walk I fall into pieces” kind of love. I want that “stand next to me” kind of love. That “you’re my destiny” kind of love. That “no matter what happens to me, you’ll always get the best of me” kind of love. That “you get my heart and my mind, this world gets the rest of me” kind of love. That “invest in me” kind of love, because “you already know that I’ve invested in you” kind of love. That “you come home upset, and you don’t have to say nothing, I already know what to do” kind of love. I want love."