A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.
LOVE, HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOVED BY OTHERS
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.
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I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.
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