If I’ve given a thousand promises, but kept only one; yet been by your side to ease your heart if it hurt from the nine ninety nine, is my love still strong?



Love is when the flower that u pluck to kill it’s growth and it still smells nice for you.

Love is when you love someone who will never love you back.

Love is when you feel for someone and yet do not feel the need to say it out loud.

Love is to let go and not even expect return.

Love is to be happy when they are, even if you are not the source.

Love is to see every imperfection perfectly.

Love is to have no conditions attached.

Love is to simply love.