creepybones:

Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all. Love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.

It’s when you see him and your heart just feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. When you hear his voice and can’t help but smile. When you know he isn’t perfect, but you can’t help love him. When he gives you millions of reasons to stop loving him, yet you still do. When you know you should let go, but you keep holding on … that’s love.

Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with.

They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.

“You are more to me than any of them has any idea; you are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things…I think of you day and night.